Page 31 of Greer's Change

Seiran peeks inside the buckets and frowns. “It doesn’t seem like that much.”

Curling over her, I look for myself.

“It’s what I would expect.” I shrug, settling back against the mattress. “You’ve put a lot of faith in me, considering I’ve never once, in thousands of years, turned someone.” The mess we find ourselves in is only compounded by the unusual circumstances.

Seiran falls to his ass on the floor next to the nightstand. “If anyone can do it, it’s you.”

I snort. He knows how much I enjoy a solid compliment.

My head tilts as her heart slows and eventually sputters.

“Shit,” I hiss, pulling my wrist to my fangs. Ripping into my flesh, I relocate it to her mouth which Seiran already holds open. I seriously underestimated how long it would take to drain her, so now I get to replenish her with my blood, only to drain it again once we have a human present.

I use the hand I’ve been holding my head up with to tug her hair to the side. “You need to find a human. Someone no one will miss if she goes overboard.”

“Fuck,” he whispers with huge eyes.

“Now, Seiran!”

“Okay, I’ll handle it.”

My teeth pulse, and I strike her lithe neck with little thought, outside of how urgent the matter is. Almost no blood fills my mouth, despite my hitting her vein, which I believe is a good sign.

This isn’t actually about me drinking her blood. I need to dose her with enough venom to ensure that, when she wakes up, she’s officially my progeny.

Chapter Fourteen

Reign

I’ve never practiced honing my nightmare abilities. Some things come naturally, like putting myself into the deep form of meditation necessary to enter someone’s dreams. Connecting with Greer’s mind takes longer, but it happens with focused concentration and pure intent.

My eyes open, and I blink rapidly while trying to get my bearings.

Her nightmare plays out, and it’s not a pretty sight.

That shitty maker of hers pins her to the bed, drinking her dry as she struggles and begs him to stop. He didn’t even have the decency to compel her, and the more I study him, the more it seems he’s actively getting off on her fear.

Being a mimic means I can literally feed on anxiety and terror, due to my half-nightmare lineage, but that fuckface doesn’t need to scare her to feed.

My fists clench at my sides.

When I was younger, my father told me I could control the dreams that I access.

My shadows spill from my skin, plucking her maker from the bed and tossing him to the floor. A bit of intent later, and I’ve built a makeshift wall to block him from accessing her.There was likely some easier way to accomplish it, but he’s now removed from the situation.

Blood stains the wound on Greer’s chest where he bit just above her breast, and I will the environment to change.

We end up near a small pond. The hot, humid air leads me to believe we’re in a jungle. I have less than no idea how this is where my mind decided we should be, but it’s better than the room Greer died in.

The siren is in tiny boy short panties and a camisole that’s stained with blood. Her eyes widen, and she takes a step back when she spots me.

I don’t even know if she’ll recognize me. We metafterthe memory I plucked her out of. I should have put more time into testing out these skills.

“I didn’t want anyone to see that,” she whispers. “I didn’t particularly want to relive it.”

“Do you remember me?” I ask, approaching slowly with my palms raised.

She nods. “Reign.”

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