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You.

Kiss.

Are.

Kiss.

Mine.

Kiss.

He grins against my lips, but suddenly the firm pressure of his kiss slackens, and the full weight of his body drops onto me, air rushing from my lungs.

What the Hell is happening?

My heart seizes as I shake his muscular shoulder and croak, “Lor?”

My limbs fall limply to my sides as two cloaked figures loom over our prone bodies. One of them speaks but I can’t make out the words through the heartbeat filling my ears.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Lorcan

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

My eyes flare open only to be greeted with inky, swirling darkness. Panic squeezes my lungs as I scramble backward on my hands and feet.

This can't be fucking happening.

No.

No, no, no, no!

Pain arrows through my back and slices through my brain matter, the smell of freshly seared flesh jamming up my nostrils.

This cannot be real. I refuse to accept any other outcome.

I struggle to my knees, slapping my palms over my ears as I dig my fingertips into the sides of my head.

It’s okay, Lorcan. You'll get through this. It's just a dream. You'll wake up with Evie in your arms. Breathe, just fucking breathe…

But is it really a dream?—Panic swallows all rationality.

This is fucking real. I don’t know how I know the horrifying truth, but I do.

Emptiness reigns.

Emptiness reigns.

Emptiness reigns.

The thought bounces against the inside of my skull with spikes as sharp and damaging as a mace.

A shiver pebbles my naked skin as a memory ripples across my mind’s eye.

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