Nyx’s POV
“Please tell me.”
My voice is small, almost scared of itself.
“I said never mind!” he snaps.
The anger in his voice lashes across my skin like a whip. I flinch, pulling the blanket to my chin. My throat tightens.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, curling into myself like something kicked. He doesn’t say anything after that. Just a sharp hiss of breath before turning his back on me. The bed shifts under his weight.
I’m sure he’s still angry. Maybe he always will be.
I shut my eyes, but sleep is no comfort. Not when the dream returns—again.
His face inches above mine, eyes shadowed and burning. His hands trail fire across my skin. The warmth of his body presses into mine—and then—
Just as his c**k fills me, light erupts behind my eyes.
Blinding, sacred light—like the sun itself bur
