Isolde.
She could sense his presence in the dark. He loomed like danger, prowling close to her like a predator. She squirmed on the bed, clutching the sheets as if they’d keep him from coming an inch closer to her.
“Go away! Don’t come any closer!” She murmured, fear leaking from her expression, but regardless of her words, he prowled closer like he always did whenever he lurked in her dreams.
He'd never shown his face to her since he began plundering her dream. She’d always imagined what he looked like. Did he look like the danger she felt oozing from him?
Isolde had never been so torn in her life, wanting something yet so afraid to see it.
“You always say that, don’t you, little bird?” Chills festered across her body at the sound of the shadow’s voice. Since he began lurking in he
