Nadia
Poisonous green eyes blinked up at me. In a single breath, the air settling like silk between us, Kael lashed out with lethal speed. Firm hands latched onto my shoulders, twisted, and shoved me into the mattress.
My breath stalled. My eyes squeezed shut. And for a moment, I was back in my dream, the press of Kael’s body as solid as the panic that slid over my skin.
But no, I reminded myself. I wasn’t dreaming. And this Kael—with his unfocused eyes and scorching breath—was not the furious Kael from my mind. This Kael was unsteady, nearly limp where he held my body pinned beneath his.
He wasn’t fully awake. I doubted he even recognized who I was.
I struggled beneath him, and my theory proved true. Kael’s grip on my arms slid easily away, like flesh from a bone. A rush of breath
