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My wide eyes stare back at me, full of fury and rage. Maybe I’m just seeing what I want to see. My mates aren’t coming to save me, or else they would have appeared by now.

Turning my head away from Edward so I don’t try to do something violent, like bite him until he bleeds, I find my brother in the crowd. We can easily see each other through the sheer drapes that offer no privacy at all.

He grins at me, the mouths the words I can already see behind his eyes.

“Spread your legs, whore.”

My jaw aches from how hard I’m clenching it. Edward begins to kiss my neck, harder this time, as he runs his hand down to my elbow. He continues, then gathers my wrists in his grip and gently pulls my arms over my head.

“Don’t look at them; look at us,” he instructs, as if that’s comforting advice.

I do it, only so I don’t have to look at my brother while this happens.

This… is happening, though.

It can’t happen. Can it?

Those three shadows are still there, waiting for me to speak them into existence.

My breath comes in short pants as Edward pushes his other hand between my thighs, then forces them open.

No.

His weight presses on my thigh, pinning it down as he settles between my legs.

I stare at the mirrored ceiling and will it to shatter. I will it to break into a thousand pieces and to fall onto us, to make Edward bleed for this.

To my shock, a fracture appears straight down the center, splitting the reflection of my face in two as red eyes peer behind it, staring back at me.

I’m not imagining them, I realize. They can use the mirror.

Yes, that makes sense. Broken mirrors were how I moved around in that alternate plane while my body had been trapped in sleep. Now I’m grateful for that practice, because I can use it to guide my beasts to do the same.

Mirrors are what Cain’s eyes look like in the dream world.

As do mine.

I’m like him. Or maybe, I can channel his gifts, if I try hard enough.

Concentrating, I try to ignore as Edward palms my breast and presses his lips on my skin. His length nudges at my entrance, and I know he can’t finish this. He can’t unite our bodies when it would destroy my soul in the process.

I’d rather die.

Drawing in a lungful of air, I try to scream. Edward chuckles against my mouth and whispers his cruel words, this time ones no one can hear.

“Don’t worry, Scarlett. There will be plenty of nights for you to scream for me.”

I might not have made a sound in the real world, but my scream echoes through the dream plane. The mirror above us fractures, making Edward flinch to look up at it.

But he’s too late.

Because three beasts come pouring out of it.

A manic grin stretches across my face as everything goes dark.

My nightmares are here.

CHAPTER 34

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