Ethan ran a hand down his face, then noticed something—
A faint shimmer on his wrist.
Like magic residue.
His eyes narrowed.
“What the hell…?”
He sniffed it. The scent was foreign. Faint, but not unfamiliar.
Not natural.
He swung out of bed, furious.
Someone had tampered with him.
Manipulated his dreams.
He knew one person who would dare.
“Maddy…”
His voice was a growl.
He was done playing nice.
—
Although dawn was still grey outside, the curtains kept all light from the morning sun, yet inside the room was beginning to feel uncomfortably hot.
He stood on the edge of the bed, though he was bare-chested with sweat all over his skin. He gasped for breath and how the dream had ended still affected his thoughts.
He could still feel her.
Sophia.
The touch of her hand. The war
