When Neera went back to her room, all she could think about were those two fangs protruding out of Zavian's mouth, and what would have been of her if he had marked her as a mate. It wasn't like she had the dream of having a husband in a small little house with little children running around someday; but being marked by a thousand year old demon king was something she dared not dream about.
She moved to her bed and hugged her pillow close, her eyes jumping over everything in the room. She had lit more candles, so it was really bright. Sleep was gone for the night. She couldn't dare close her eyes in that room. Neera stayed awake as she prayed for morning to come, her eyes staring at the ceiling as she thought about the dream over again.
Why was she burning? The candles that lit without her moving to them, was that even real? The creature in black, what fate was he telling her to embrace?
