Khason
Shrane spent the next two hours giving me instructions. Ideas, he called them, reiterating that they were nothing more than theories, and he had no way of actually testing them until I was asleep. There was no chance of that happening with him in the room, but I committed every word to memory, determined to try anything that would help, that would allow my mate to look at me again without hatred in her eyes.
I’d f*cked up. I was well aware. I should have told her about my dream walking. But how could I have? What would I have said? ‘Hey, I was in your head for your s*x dream last night’? Yeah, that would have gone much better.
“I’m curious…” Shrane mused, pacing the length of the room, hands tucked in his pockets. “Dreams…they are the very foundation of what makes up our motivati
