He’d been invading my dreams? Controlling them? Feeding from them? The dreams where he was in my room, where he was kissing me, touching me and licking me, where he’d growled dirty things in my ear and fucked me on the floor. Oh, god. Oh, god. He knew. He’d been there. He’d been doing that to me, and I hadn’t even realised. “I think I’m going to be sick.” Brogan reached for me, but I moved away, shaking my head. “Please, Kester. I’m sorry. I swear to you, I didn’t know I was doing it. I thought I was just dreaming.” My thoughts were spinning so fast, I felt dizzy. I couldn’t focus, I couldn’t breathe. I had to get out of there, I needed air, and I needed space to think. I slid off the bed, ignoring the way my knees wobbled, and stumbled toward the door. Brogan snagged my wrist, quick as a flash, and looked at me apologetically with those shocking eyes. “Please, Kez, it’s not safe for you out there.
