Ryder POV
Ever since that night, I couldn’t stop thinking about it—about her. It was driving me crazy. Elena, in her sleep, had called my name, and the memory of it haunted me. I tried to shake it off, focus on anything else, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. Her voice calling my name with that passion—it made my skin burn and my thoughts blur.
What had she been dreaming about? The question gnawed at me day and night. She insisted she dreamed of me torturing her, but I knew she was lying from the way she sounded in her dream. Just thinking about what her dream could’ve been made me hot all over.
I needed to get a grip before I lost it completely. I couldn’t afford to be distracted, not when I had more important things to focus on. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw her f
