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She couldn’t breathe.
Edward’s fingers were wrapped around her throat, pressing hard. She pried at his hands, trying to fight him off, loosen his grip on her. But he was too strong. Feeling the last of her breath burning in her chest, Jaime fought him with all her might. Her hands scratched at his face as her feet tried to kick free of his weight.
But she could not breathe.
Gasping for air, Jaime Macpherson sat bolt upright in her bed, her sweat-soaked shift sticking to her body. Filling her lungs with great gulps of air, she nearly wept at the wonderful sensation of breathing again.
She shuddered at the vividness of the dream, at the horror of coming face to face with Edward. At the hate that oozed from him as he strangled the life out of her. It was so much like those other dream
