Chapter 32 THE DREAM THAT WASN’T HERS

Sleep did not come easily.

It came like an ambush.

One moment, Aria was sitting on the edge of her bed, bare feet on cold stone, fingers pressed to the pulse at her wrist as if she could physically calm the power under her skin.

The next—

Dark.

But not the dark of her chamber.

This one tasted wrong....

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