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“But nothing I’ve said is new to you, is it, Grace? You already knew what I told you,” I began. “The power of entering dreams, of manipulating them? It’s not just about surviving in the pits. It’s about the freedom it offers us.”

She swallowed, her throat moving delicately, and I was acutely aware of the warmth emanating from her. “I’ve always just seen it as a… a personal escape, I suppose. A way to explore, to learn.”

I nodded, my senses heightened. “Exactly. Think about it. If two dreamwalkers were to combine their abilities, imagine the possibilities. The dreamscape is vast, almost limitless.”

Her blue eyes widened in realization. “Dreamwalker? So that’s what we’re called?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle, the sound blending seamlessly with the soft echoes of the prison around us.

The sensation of her closeness, the mingling of our breaths, was intoxicating. “Yes. It’s what it is called in my culture. Not all of my species can do it. In fact, only a very small number can.”

She seemed to mull this over, her fingers drumming lightly on her thigh.

The soft pattern felt rhythmic, comforting. “It’s a beautiful term. It’s also dangerous. The Supervisor…”

I nodded gravely. “Yes, the Supervisor. If he knew about our ability, he’d certainly find a way to exploit it. Or worse, eliminate the threat.”

Her fingers went still, and the sudden silence felt louder than any noise.

“That’s why we need to be careful,” I told her. “I promise not to reveal your secret as long as you keep mine.”

Our gazes locked, and the weight of mutual trust was palpable. “Deal,” she whispered.

For a moment, we simply sat in shared silence, absorbing the significance of our bond.

Soon, a budding idea took root in my mind, and although I didn’t give voice to it yet, I felt it beginning to gather momentum in my mind.

But first, there was something else I had on my mind, and it’d been there ever since I saw Grace on that Prize Pool platform.

I shrugged my shirt off and let it fall to the ground.

Grace ran her eyes over my sculpted form before her eyes fixed on mine, her nervousness palpable. “W… What are you doing?”

“I claimed you, Grace,” I told her. “And that means you are my Prize. We are bonded as dreamwalkers… And now it’s time we bonded in the physical realm too.”

I closed on her, my blood already engorging my member.

She was mine.

All mine.

4

GRACE

He was an impressive figure with bulging muscles and a determined set to his golden eyes that made me shiver to my knees.

His tall horns seemed to dominate the room and made me shirk back.

I was trapped in his cell, and he had claimed me.

He had won in the pits — even if it had been in an underhanded way.

I belonged to him.

And there was nothing I could do to stop him as he converged on me.

He lifted the negligee off over my head and let it fall to the ground.

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