~CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE~
HARDIN’S POV
The figure sways her hips slowly as she steps further into the room.
Through my hazy vision, all I see is Amelia.
My heart jumps violently in my chest. Then I shake my head hard.
No… that can’t be her.
The figure blurs for a moment, the room tilting slightly around me. For a second the face changes, unfamiliar, and then suddenly it’s Amelia again.
“What the hell…” I mutter under my breath.
I rub my eyes, trying to snap out of it, but nothing changes. The heat in my body only grows stronger, making my thoughts foggy and slow.
The only thing my mind settles on is one conclusion.
A dream.
It has to be.
The figure walks closer, her movements slow and deliberate. She stops in front of me and begins removing her clothes one by one, letting them fall
