Page 102 of The Edge of Dawn

But Dragek had caught her. Falling into oblivion, she’d hit the lowest point in her life. That’s when he’d come into her dreams.

It was ironic that an alien, of all people, would see her at her worst and accept her for who she was.

Not only that, he’d treated her as if she was the most important thing in the Universe.

For a sublime moment, he’d made her feel like an absolute queen.

It was irrational, insane, impossible.

And she’d sensed that he’d needed her wanting of him as much as she’d needed his protectiveness and utter devotion.

She couldn’t care less that she was up in space, thousands of kilometers away from safe, familiar Earth—which had turned out to be not so safe, after all. Of course, she missed the bustling streets, the vibrant parks and gardens, and the glistening sea views of her home city. She missed her small, verdant garden and the warm, balmy afternoons and the simple pleasures—like sitting in an old armchair with a cup of tea by her side and a juicy, spicy fantasy romance novel in her hand.

The small comforts.

The familiarity.

A safe, controlled life. Always within the confines of what she knew.

Earth was so, so small.

And now, she had this thing… this ability.

She felt like a character in a holomovie—a typical-trope, average Jane who’d suddenly discovered she had superpowers. And just like in the movies, she had no idea how to control them.

But fate or whatever the hell had brought her here had given this ability to her, so she would consider it as a gift.

She would do everything in her power to learn how to use it.

There was no going back now. She had to become formidable so she could be worthy of him.

If there was any chance she could use her ability to make Dragek’s existence easier in some way, she would do it without hesitation. He’d saved her life and asked nothing in return. After his hard outer shell had fallen away, he’d been nothing but generous—although a little clueless about how to deal with people in general, especially those of the opposite sex.

But he caught on fast.

By the stars, he caught on fast.

And that curious combination he had—of innocence, hardness, and brutal lethality…

She found it utterly addictive.

I can’t believe it. I actually miss him.

Be safe, Dragek.

Fear coiled in her chest.

What if he doesn’t come back?

What if this was all too good to be true?

Overcome with emotion, she clung to the memory of him, of the way he’d held her: reverently, tenderly…

Yearning was so bittersweet.

Get a grip. You need to wake up.

But no matter how hard she tried to jolt herself back into the waking world, she simply couldn’t. Jade understood why. Her physical body was exhausted. Sedative gas, an abduction attempt, broken bones, all that sudden violence, the shock of discovering the voices in her head were actually there because of some inconceivable psychic ability…

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