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“What the hell?” I look around me because the leaves have changed. They’re brighter, more jagged. The hedgeline isunkempt and thorns protrude from between the leaves, daring me to touch them.
I reach for Missy’s hand, but she’s not there anymore. “Missy?”
“Hannah,” she snickers from behind me and my heart nearly falls to my feet when I spin around and find her nestled among the thorns, a sinister smile on her lips that pulls her mouth into an inhuman grin. She holds out a little green bottle to me, the venomous liquid sloshing like syrup inside. “Just a little sip.”
“No.”
She takes a step toward me and I fall back, nausea pooling in my stomach as that grin widens even further.
“Are you awake, Hannah?”
“Come on . . .” Missy coos, the thorns digging through her flesh and tearing it until blood seeps out. She doesn’t even seem to notice.
“Don’t touch me,” I snap, backing away from her. This isn’t Missy. This is something else. My sister is gone, replaced with something cruel and violent and positively evil.
“Just a little sip and the demons will go away.”
I scream when the voice sounds right behind me, and Missy steps toward me—
—And then a strong arm wraps around my waist and pulls me back.
“Hannah,” a rough voice says in my ear, and a chill runs down my spine as I blink at the room around me. “Are you awake?”
I jump when a big hand grips my hip under the sheets.
That hand doesn’t belong to me.
“You had a nightmare,” Mason murmurs darkly, leaning forward and capturing my ear with his teeth. He releases it,presses soft kisses to the line of my jaw and though I struggle to understand just what the fuck is happening, I relax into him.
“Tell me about it,” he murmurs darkly, continuing to nip and suck little pieces of my exposed flesh and I work to soothe my racing heart.
Unfortunately, waking up to find him in my bed doesnotmake it easy.
“It was about—Wait, why are you here?”
I turn over onto my side to stare at him and I only realize the mistake I made after it’s done. He’s so handsome in this light, shrouded in the moonlight and the dim glow of the closet light I keep on every night. Like a Greek statue carved by a famous architect. Women would line the streets to stare at him for hours, begging the Gods to let their fantasies come to life.
“You texted me. Asked me to come back because you were scared. Remember?”
I swallow.
I did?
Listen, I had a glass of wine before bed and then that turned into half the bottle.
Conclusion—I’m a lightweight.
“Whatever’s in your nightmares, little doe, I promise, I’m scarier,” he murmurs, voice gruff. His hand slithers over my hip, down my thigh, and then, dangerously low below the hem of my nightgown. When his fingers find me, he hisses out through his teeth. “I’m going to fuck away your nightmares, Hannah.”
I open my mouth, but I don’t have a reply. My head says no. My body stomps her foot anddemandsthat I say yes.
Still, as his thumb circles me, slipping my arousal over my clit, I find my head is a boring place to be, anyway.
Slowly, Mason slips down the bed, eyes flashing dangerously dark in the room before he presses my thighs apart with his shoulders, nestling between them and slipping my nightgown up over my hips.
“Keep your eyes on me.”
“Holy shit!” I gasp, sitting bolt upright in bed.
