Antalya's POV
The nightmare was vivid, too real. My parents stood before me, smiling, alive – and then Dominic appeared behind them, his claws extended, his eyes black as midnight. I watched, frozen, as he tore through them while they screamed my name. Blood everywhere, their eyes accusing me of failing them, of being too weak to save them.
When my eyes shot open, he was there – leaning over me with his hand extended toward my face. The nightmare and reality blurred together, and pure panic took over. My hand moved on instinct, connecting with his cheek in a sharp slap that echoed through the room.
"Don't touch me!" I gasped, scrambling backward.
The red mark bloomed across his cheek, but he just smiled that infuriating smile. "Good morning to you too, little wildcat."
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