She has dreamed of him for as long as she can remember: a palace carved from gold and obsidian, a handsome man with a dagger buried in his chest, and a silence so heavy it feels alive.

Every night, Raven returns to the same nightmare and every time, she wakes before she can understand it.
Until one night, she doesn’t.

When she pulls the blade free,Azriel awakens, and he knows her name. Worse, he accuses her of being the bride who betrayed him a thousand years ago.

Raven tries to deny the allegations, but Azriel is not having it. His grip tightens on her neck as he claims her lips in a punishing kiss.

As the lines between dream and reality begin to blur, she realizes the truth: he will never let her go.

“I am coming for you, mate,” were the last words he whispered before she jolted awake, trembling.