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  • Selene sacrificed everything when she took her brother’s place as ruler of the Vyusher—including her secret love for one-time adversary Griffin Aubrey. When nightmares that are just a little too real start, Selene fears she’s turned into a cold-blooded killer…the monster Griffin thinks she is.

    Griffin and Ellie Aubrey are finally safe for the first time in over a hundred years, and Griffin doesn’t want to easily forgive the woman he blames for killing his family. But when an unknown menace drives Selene to leave her people and seek their help, Griffin must decide.

    Can he move past his hatred of everything she is? Or will the bond that could bring them both the greatest joy now be the source of their deepest despair?

    Excerpt:

    “Griffin.”

    Through a grey swirling mist, Griffin heard Selene’s husky voice calling his name. He realized he was dreaming.

    “Go away!” he called out to the emptiness surrounding him, as he swiveled his head around looking for her.

    “Griffin, please,” she pleaded.

    He clenched his jaw. “You’re the one who controls dreams, Selene. You clear this up.”

    “I don’t control dreams, really. I visit. Let me in, and you’ll clear it up yourself.”

    The wisps of cloud and fog drifted away. Rays of sunlight broke through. Suddenly, Griffin was standing in a field of wheat with a brilliant blue sky above him. He felt no heat or cold or breeze, saw no movement and no end to the vast golden landscape. He glanced down and realized he was clothed in casual jeans and a t-shirt—similar to what he’d worn earlier that day.

    “Well?” he prodded. “Come on. Show yourself.”

    “I’m right here.”

    Griffin spun around at the sound of Selene’s voice directly behind him. She stood placidly, adorned in a flowing, pale purple sundress that made her look delicate and sweet, the exact opposite of what he knew her to be.

    Selene smiled. “Thanks for the pretty dress.” But her face froze when she caught Griffin’s hostile glare. She sighed. “Won’t you talk to me? We could always talk here…in our dreams.”

    Griffin crossed his arms over his chest and scowled, attempting to disguise the fact that his silence was due in part to Selene’s beauty. She’d always taken his breath away. “But these aren’t our dreams, are they?” he muttered. “This is you invading my dream.”

    “Mmmm…” Her grey eyes never wavered from his face. “I’ve missed our conversations, Griffin. I hadn’t realized how much we used to talk until I couldn’t visit you anymore.”

    “You could’ve talked to me.”

    Selene tipped her head to the side, taking in his closed-off body language and unwelcoming expression. “Would you have even let me in? I had to yell pretty loudly to get past all your mental barriers tonight.”

    Griffin looked away then shrugged. “Probably not.”

    With a heavy sigh, he dropped his arms to his sides and made his way over to a nearby bench swing. He could’ve sworn that it hadn’t been there only seconds before, and if he had really thought about it, a swing in the middle of a field of wheat was weird. And yet, somehow, its existence seemed completely natural now.

    After a brief hesitation, Selene joined him.

    “So what do you want to talk about?” Griffin asked.

    She shivered and twirled the tassel on the end of the shawl she was suddenly wrapped in.

    When’d she get that? Griffin wondered. Huh. I forgot how stuff just appears when I talk to Selene in dreams.

    “It’s probably ridiculous to ask, but would it be possible to talk like we used to? Kind of…make this neutral ground?”

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