Diana
Screw these dreams!
The moment I fell asleep, my own body seemed to stop belonging to me. In my dreams, I responded to Daemon’s caresses as though there had never been a reason for me to hate him, only to wake with my heart pounding furiously, angry with myself and with my own subconscious, which apparently had decided to live a life entirely separate from mine.
Monday night was no different.
I shot upright in bed at the exact moment in the dream when Daemon, his fist tangled in my hair, brushed his lips against my neck.
“Damn it…”
Several deep breaths did nothing to calm me down. The dream had already dissolved, leaving behind nothing but irritation and a traitorous heat beneath my skin.
I glanced at the clock. Half past two.
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