HANNAH
I jolted awake, my shirt drenched in sweat.
Panting, I pressed a hand to my chest. It was racing, banging like it wanted to tear right out of my chest. I had just had a dream about Asher.
Was it even a dream? It had felt too real to be one.
I looked around the darkened room.
Yes. This was my room and my bed. I remembered the other premonitions I had in the past. This dream felt a lot like them. It felt too real, almost like I was physically watching it happen.
Asher had tried to break the bond tie. I was as sure of that as I was sure of my own name.
No. That was wrong. He had not tried to. He had actually done it.
In the dream-or vision-he had fallen to his knees, screaming in agony seconds after he had rejected me as his mate.
I pressed my hand harder against my chest. The
