Dragomar placed his hands on my shoulders, guiding me into the subconscious of my next victim. Another young man, around twenty-six. He had served us lunch, and I decided I wanted him for dessert.
Waiting for him to go home and fall asleep was torture. My hunger had no patience.
At last, Dragomar’s whisper faded behind me as I stepped into a void—then landed right in the man’s dream. Everything here felt elastic, glowing, and dangerously easy to shape. My power was stronger in this place.
He was dreaming about another busy day at the restaurant.
Boring.
But his energy pulsed in vivid colors. I wanted all of it.
I walked straight toward him, knowing resistance was impossible here.
“Hi, you,” I winked. “Remember me?”
He smiled—cocky, charming in a disposable way.
“Of course. Table f
