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I believed him when he said he wanted me, but it didn’t make me feel any better. He could want to protect me more than anyone or anything else, and it still wouldn’t make it okay for him to ignore my ideas.
Soon enough, we had the kitchen cleaned. Zander went out into the yard, and my gaze kept lifting to him as he went through a yoga video on his own. He had set up a projector out there, and spread his mat over the soft, green grass in our yard.
As much as I wanted to join him, I refused to let him walk all over me. If there was any chance of us being stuck together with any amount of happiness, we had to be a team. And the decision he’d made had been entirely on his own, without any regard for what I wanted and whether or not we agreed.
So, I stood my ground.
And he stood his.
While both of us refused to acknowledge how badly we wanted to go back to spending our evenings snuggling and trading smiles while we interacted throughout the day.
Nearly two weekswent by without either of us budging on or otherwise bringing up the disagreement. There wasn’t any sign of Evan upholding his threat, thankfully. He didn’t text me, and I didn’t hear from him.
Zander cooked three meals a day and did yoga without me, seeming determined to outlast my stubbornness with his own. His eyes turned red at some point during the second week, but he didn’t bring up me feeding him, so I figured he was fine.
When I fell asleep the fourteenth night, I found myself locked in a dream.
A steamy, steamy dream.
When that one ended, another one began.
And another.
And another.
And another.
When I woke up, I was soaked between my thighs, sweating, and trembling.
There was no way it wasn’t supernatural.
No chance in hell I could’ve come up with all of those dreams myself, either.
I dialed Tatum’s number without checking the time.
“Hello?” she groaned into the phone. “What’s wrong?”
“Why do you assume something’s wrong?” My whisper was raspy.
Shit, I was a mess.
“It’s not even five AM, Miles.”
Crap.
“Sorry. Can demons give people sex dreams?”
She was silent for a moment.
I heard Rafael murmur something.
“Why do you ask?” she finally said.
“You know damn well why I’m asking,” I grumbled back.
She sighed. “When a demon is hungry enough, they can’t prevent themselves from slipping into the dreams of the people around them while they sleep.”
I squeezed my eyes shut. “Fantastic.”
