RHYDAR
Her hiss slices through the tension.
"Rhydar."
I freeze, my lips inches away from her neck. That warning note in her voice, the way her pulse slams against her throat... f**k. She's scared of me.
And instead of feeling guilt, like a decent person would, I'm amused.
"Relax," I murmur, my teeth grazing her skin just enough to make her shiver. "I was only—"
That's when it hits me.
Electricity detonates down my spine, every nerve catching fire. My vision whites out as if a damn switch has just been flipped inside my skull.
I bite back a groan, but I already know what this is. The symptom. The prelude to what I like to call the world's worst home theater experience. My personal hell on repeat.
A vision.
"Oh, for f**k's sake," I rasp, my body buckling before I can stop it. My fo
