Damien woke with a harsh rasp, his chest burning as the visions of the dream clung to him. It had felt so real—Nadia's round face when she was searching through the books for some Sercet her family were keeping.
He sat up on the bed, breathing heavily, rubbing his head. His mind a vortex like a lunatic, pulling him deeper into emotions he'd tried to escape.
"Why, Moon Goddess?" he cursed. "Why her?"
Nadia. Daughter of the woman who'd destroyed him. Daughter of his greatest mistake. His former mate.
Damien's fists tightened, the tension in his jaw vibrating into motion. This must be a sick joke? A cruel play on fate? The mere reality of it was enough to have his stomach twist with poison and outrage. He'd been given centuries and centuries before, when Nadia herself had not been born
