Diana
The night brought no relief. The sheets tangled around my legs, the pillow felt far too hot, and my own body seemed somehow alien and unwilling to obey me. I woke several times, breathing heavily, with the strange sensation that someone was chasing me.
Dreams… If they could even be called dreams, they were far too real.
The same forest, the mist, the scent of pine needles seeping into my lungs, and Daemon.
He was far too close. I could feel the heat of his body, his breath against my temple, and his touch. Fingers gliding over my wrist, my shoulder, my waist… And every time I tried to pull away, to push him back, my body seemed to stop obeying me.
“Don’t…” I whispered, barely recognising my own voice.
He didn’t answer. Only his eyes slowly changed colour, from their familiar gr
