Wicked in Love

prologue

Cameron

I'm a liar.

And Kara was my biggest lie of them all. Because even in my dreams, she was still mine.

"I love you," she whispered brokenly. And it gutted me. But in this dream, I wasn't sure if I said the words back.

In a sick way, I prefer nightmares. I hate good dreams because I know when I wake up, she won't be there.

I lay in bed, heart slamming against my chest. I could hear my breathing, loud and ragged in my ears. Rubbing my face with both my hands, I rose, glanced at the clock, and stepped into the shower.

3 a.m.

I only slept for a couple of hours this time. It was harder and harder to get sleep. Some days my dreams of her were so vivid it hurt to even breathe.

And some days, I don't dream about her at all. Some mercy.

Flattening my palms against the cold shower tile, I lowered my head and closed my eyes, let the water pound my back. The news I got last night was just another knife in my chest, among the others that were already buried in there. There was no choice for me.

I'm coming home.