Chapter Eighteen
Rain pitter-pattered on the castle window the next morning. My sleep had been dreamless since coming from Greece. Tres had yet to show up in a dream. He preferred to find me in reality. Zane hadn’t been back in my dreams since he’d found me in Athens kissing someone else’s lips.
Before that, I’d dreamed nearly every night of my ex. Not s*x dreams—well, most of them weren’t. Mainly memories of our time together.
Just the little things. Like the time we’d gone diving in the Coral Reef. I’d spent the day taking samples of plant life while he’d mixed primaries to capture the seascape. I dreamed of the times we’d walked hand in hand on beaches; the white sand of Oahu, the pink sands of the southern Philippines, and the black sands of Vik in Iceland. I dreamed of us lying on
