Demetria ate with a smile on her face. The pasta Jack made tasted like Heaven after that dream with Kerry. At first, she assumed it was just that ... a dream.
But she'd never dreamed so vividly. His dark eyes and blond hair. It felt like the first time she saw him on her porch again. The instant knowing of her mate being near. He'd tasted so masculine, and she loved the feeling of his arms around her.
Everything about the dream, other than Jack ruining it, was perfect. She couldn't wait to go to sleep again. She prayed he would come back to her again. She'd never been so happy for Kerry to meet another witch in her life. Thankfully they'd saved Cynthia from the Lycan King because they needed her help desperately.
Jack slammed his cup down loudly and knocked Demetria out of her daze.
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