Chapter 5
I sat across from Marcus, trying not to think about dream man from the other day. No, not dream man, Devon. I seriously needed to get with it. But something about him had me tied up in knots. Ones that swiftly turned into guilt when I looked at Sian for too long. I hadn’t even done anything. Or at least nothing that could be considered bad. I’d been out of it, having banged my head or whatever, and not in control of myself. That was a perfectly reasonable explanation.
I snorted. Reasonable. Like switching where I was in the physical world was a normal thing. I was sure I hadn’t been dreaming. I couldn’t have been. When I’d arrived back in Sian’s arms, she hadn’t seemed surprised. More amused. Which suggested I wasn’t the only one who’d switched. The most logical explanation was
