The shifter is speaking, but his words are merging with Jeremy’s and it’s hard to focus on one.
“Baby, I need you to wake up. I need you to be okay,” Jeremy is saying.
I turn to his voice because I don’t want to hear what this shifter with the cold eyes plans to do with me. He’s like Abel. Like Owen. A predator.
Instead, I turn to Jeremy’s voice.
“I fell in love with you the moment you walked into the bar.”
I go still at hearing his murmur against my hair.
He said he told me about all the things he’d do to the shifter who stabbed me, not that he loved me.
“You were this vision from my dream. This mass of sunlight hair, those big stormy blue eyes filled with shadows. You didn’t belong there. You didn’t belong anywhere near someone like me. But somehow, you were mine.”
Someone like
