Tw: this book will deal with triggering topics. If you are easily triggered this is not the story for you, thank you.
(Book three in the Starlight series)
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Danika Archeron was a damn god.
No longer would she be broken, no...
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"I like to build dreams about you."
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I WAS dreaming. I was dreaming and I did not want to wake up.
Not as I felt his arms band around me, his midnight laugh echoing through my ears as I grinned. The soft sheets of our bed in the townhouse banding around me in a way that felt like they didn't want me to leave. Sun seeping through the window as if poured from the gods themselves.
Rhys's face burrowed into my neck, and again I laughed, my hand gripping the arm he held around me as he tightened his hold. "Cruel, beautiful thing." he whispered against my skin, I could feel the soft smirk on his lips.
The sound of his voice was like a symphony in my soul. A melody filling my veins and soothing my aching heart.
I sighed in content. The heat radiating from him thawing the cold that had encased my mind when I was awake. Would return when the dream melted away and I was thrust back into the depths of my thoughts.
I wished it was real. Wished more than anything that I was in Velaris listening to the birds chirp and music float through the streets.
But it was only a dream. A sick, beautiful nightmare.
I turned, flipping us as I straddled Rhys with a crooked grin. He smirked up at me and I leaned down, connecting our lips in a soft caress. The sort of kiss that had haunted me for days. The kiss I had missed so terribly that it felt like fireworks set off in my veins now.
"I miss you." I whispered against his lips. The words echoed in my chest. Their truth glittered in my veins. I could not say them aloud. Not when I wake and the day begins anew. Not when a mere whisper of a word could ruin all that we had in store.
