Juliette’s POV
The sun hadn’t risen yet when I forced myself out of bed. My body still tingled from the dream, from the touch that wasn’t real but somehow felt sharper than reality. My fingers shook as I picked up my phone, staring at the messages that had invaded my sleep. The words lingered in my mind like a warning I couldn’t shake: “He is not who you think he is.”
I paced across my room, the hardwood cold beneath my bare feet. Every shadow in the corner of the room looked like it could move, could speak. My pulse was still erratic, like it had a mind of its own, and my thoughts kept circling back to Bryan and Dorian—their voices, their touches, the way they made me feel like I was simultaneously burning and freezing.
It didn’t make sense. None of it did. Dorian had kissed me and the
