Chapter Eighteen
Mia woke up with a scream, her heart racing and her skin covered with cold sweat.
In her dream, Korum’s body had been a mangled, mutilated corpse, swimming in a river of blood. She had tried to save him from that river, to pull him ashore, but it had been futile. The current had been too strong, tearing him out of her hands and carrying him away, down to the waterfalls, where the water was as dark as dried blood.
Sitting up straight, Mia tried to get her breathing under control. It was just a bad dream. Korum had won the fight. He was safe.
Safe—and fully recovered, if yesterday’s celebration was anything to go by.
Remembering just how recovered he had been, Mia immediately felt much better. Her lover’s stamina was literally out of this world. The pleasure he had give
