In the parallel world of Casmir…
Was it a nightmare—or was it real?
The question lingered in the prince’s mind, the soft, evil whispering into his ear like a ghostly sigh from the grave. He’d been rudely attacked by a mountain of a man swathed in dark clothes, stabbed with a needle, and carried out of his bedroom, bound and gagged. The poison inside him tried to slowly draw him into its deathly slumber, but the sleep that stalked him had no attraction, not even when it tried to coerce him into its lovely, soft, velvety darkness.
Now, as his body lay draped over the man’s muscled shoulder, he could hear the heavy scrapes and scuffs through the cloudy sleep that fogged his mind and feel every movement as the man climbed the dark, winding staircase to the tower room in this ancient, ivy-co
