(It is highly suggested that you read Theron I & II before this book to prevent any confusion)
Fate is a tricky bitch...
Destiny isn't much better.
So when a witch and a... well, whatever the heck Theon is, become intertwined, is it a twist of Fate...
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Her eyes are green.
Lush.
Vivid.
Wide...
And frightened.
She screams, "THEON!"
There's a sense of urgency in her voice.
Hysteria.
Panic.
We have to run.
"Don't you dare," I growl...
Can't run.
Have to fight.
She doesn't listen.
Her eyes are green.
Lush.
Vivid.
Hooded in a sexual haze...
"Theon," she moans.
Fuck, she's tight.
Her nails claw my shoulders.
Her hips buck to meet my thrusts.
Have to restrain myself.
Can't restrain myself.
Her eyes are green.
Lush.
Vivid.
Determined...
But weary.
"Theon," she cautions.
I snarl, lunging—tearing and ripping.
What am I doing?
No control.
Must kill.
Blood explodes inside my mouth, seeping out the sides and streaming down my chest.
"Evie!"
EVIE.
I shoot straight up from bed, one name and one name only repeating inside my head like each and every night before. The flashes are different—different scenery, different emotions, different actions, and yet it all feels the same.
Infuriating.
My stomach plummets, dread, and disgust threatening to drag me into the darkest depths of the cold, black ocean. My chest heaves, my lungs refusing to allow sweet, glorious oxygen entrance. The sweat upon my brow drips, running down my flushed cheeks.
I can't keep doing this.
I can't keep having these dreams.
I can't keep waking up every morning more confused than the morning prior... and I can no longer carry the heavy burden of this fear that seems to grip me every time I hear her name.
