Page 49 of Sinful Embers

I know that voice.

Gunther.

Then another.

Vladimir.

And the last—Vivienne.

"You let this happen," she hisses, stepping into view. Her face is twisted with malice, with triumph. "She’s suffering because of you."

Leigh screams.

I wake uproaring.

Bolting upright, gasping, drenched in sweat.

The sheets are tangled, the air thick and suffocating. My pulse thunders in my ears, my muscles tight, and coiled.

I shove a hand through my hair, trying to ground myself.

I reach over touching the bed. I know deep down she’s not there, but the dream was so real. I look down and stickinessoozes through my boxes—Fuck when last did I have a wet dream?

I scan the room again looking through the darkness.

She’s not here.

I have no idea where she is.

I push myself from the bed to get cleaned up.

And for the first time in my life—I’m terrified.

It’s taken another good two hours since my wet dream about Leigh turned into a motherfucking nightmare that have my gut twisted in knots.

I’m halfway between sleep and a killing rage when something prods my cheek.

I snap awake instantly, my hand closing around the wrist of the intruder.

Sabrina yelps. “Jesus, Radomir! It’s me.”

I release her immediately, and sit up only to get blinded by the small flashlight light in her hand. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Get dressed.” She keeps her voice low. “We need to go.”

I blink at her. “Is this some fucked-up nightmare?”

“No, but it’s about to be.”

I glance at the clock. It’s the dead of night. My senses sharpen instantly.

Something’s wrong.

I sit up. “Explain.”

“Not here.” She gestures toward the bag she’s already packed. “Just trust me.”

I hesitate for a second. Then I nod.

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