JESSICA'S POV
The dreams weren't my own anymore.
One moment I was floating in empty black, and the next, a shadowy landscape took shape around me. It was all mist and strange, twisted trees. Cold, but my skin felt hot. I was standing in a clearing, wearing nothing but a thin, silky slip that felt like water against my skin.
Then I heard him.
Jessica.
Julian's voice. It wasn't in my ears. It was inside my head, a warm, smooth murmur that vibrated right through my bones.
Don't fight it. Let me see.
I tried to speak, to tell him to get out, but my mouth wouldn't work. My body wouldn't move. I was just... there. On display.
The bonds are so new. So fragile. Like threads of spun glass. His mental voice was curious, clinical, but underneath it ran a current of pure, dark heat. Let's see
