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I was on my feet in an instant, my eyes burning as I snarled at the person in the doorway.

Only, it wasn’t someone who would fear my fire.

It was the fucking hellhound who haunted my dreams—and not just the fucking nightmares. If I had one more fucking sex dream about the bastard, I was going to burn my fucking bed onpurpose.

“Get out,” I roared at him.

“No can do, little flame.” He crossed the room, stalking toward me like a fucking predator.

I didn’t step back. “Don’t fucking touch me,” I spat.

“Sorry, love. Got to get some rest.” With that, he grabbed me by the waist, threw me over his shoulder, and took off out the door.

Fucking hell, I was screwed.

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