She looked around and recognized where they were—the hall at Daniel’s home. A grand chandelier hung high above the table and was lit with real candles that flickered and cast the table in a dull orange light. It was dark enough that Cassie knew a human wouldn’t be able to tell whether the glasses on the table were filled with wine or blood.

She didn’t run. The sense of fear she had in her other dreams weren’t in this one. Instead she was left with a dark foreboding, trepidation that had her sitting resolutely across from Daniel and meeting his gaze. Perhaps some of Darien’s strength was rubbing off on her because a small part of her felt she could take Daniel on.

He didn’t try to scare her. He acted like he had already won. He smiled at her, and it turned her stomach.

“Are you excited, Cassandra?”

She couldn’t look away from him, either by some force of his power or to show him she wouldn’t back down anymore.

“Your silence is answer enough, I suppose. I must say I’m excited. Why, your escape has actually benefited me. I never thought I’d be one to love the thrill of the hunt so much, but I do.” His fingers toyed with the tops of his glass, spinning round and round the top with a hissing sound.

“Maybe it’s all this talk of lykaens that has me enjoying the hunt so much.”

Cassie’s reaction was instantaneous. Her eyes widened, and her fingers clenched on the armrests. He didn’t miss it either. He smiled wider.

“I know all about the lykaen. I never would have thought you’d run into the arms of someone like him. I thought you’d keep running and be long gone by now. You made it as far as the first handsome face you saw.” He laughed, the sound creeping along her skin like a thousand spiders.

“Did you think he could protect you? Or were you just so selfish that you gave no thought to his life and what I’m going to do with it? Because you do know what I’m going to do, Cassandra, don’t you?”

“No!” she protested and jerked her gaze away from him. “This has been fun, Cassandra. I’m going to gut that lykaen male I hear you’re so fond of and make you watch as he takes his last breath. I might even take your body while he watches. Do you think he’ll mind or will he like it? Will his eyes be opened or closed when he dies? I bet they’re beautiful eyes. I bet you just love the way he looks at you, traitorous bitch.” Trembling started in her hands and moved up to her arms.

“Answer me this, Cassandra, do you think he’ll die easy? Do you think I would let that happen?”

“What if I just come back?”

He slammed his fist into the table. Stone cracked beneath his fist and crumbled to the ground. He picked up his goblet and threw it at her. She almost didn’t move in time as it whizzed past her cheek.

He stood and screamed at her. “He dies! It doesn’t matter. I don’t care if you come back tomorrow, naked and submissive as you rightfully should be. He dies because you let him touch you!”

Cassie’s eyes flung wide. How could he know?

“I know what you did!” he screamed. His face flushed a deep red. He stalked to her. She backed away from him even as she waited for what was to come.

He hit shoulder, sent her sprawling back against the wall, then he crowded her close, shouting.

“You spread your legs for a beast? A dog. Then I shall treat you no better than one.”

“As if you have ever treated me any other way.”

He hit her so fast, she didn’t see it coming. Pain exploded in her face, and then she snapped awake.

Cassie briefly glanced around the room before threw back the covers and stumbled into the bathroom, tearing off her clothes in a rush. She hopped into the shower before it was even warm.

The cold water had her gasping, shaking. She sat down in the tub and let it rain over her. Her mind buzzed, while horrific images of Daniel popped into her mind. She had a feeling that whatever he’d done to her in the past was going to be candy compared to when she returned. .

Minutes went by and slowly she calmed. Turning the water up, she rinsed herself with a dried bar of soap sitting on the shower ledge. She knew what she had to do. There were a few things she had to do first though.

The door squeaked and she turned to see Darien coming in looking disheveled and sleepy. He was amazingly cute.

“Are you all right?” he asked hoarsely.

“Of course, why?”

“You got out of bed like the hounds of hell were after you.” Not hounds, but something else from hell yes. Cassie’s eyes widened as she realized that he’d slept next to her and she hadn’t even known.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I just wanted a shower.”

He pulled back the curtain and looked her up and down. The man must have a sun living inside him, because everywhere he went he turned the temperature up. The water felt warmer against her skin, her heart felt lighter. The cold in her fingers faded to tingly warmth.

“Sounds good to me,” he said and started pulling off his clothes.

Her eyes widened. Oh no. She couldn’t do this. Not now.

He stepped big and naked into the shower. “God that’s cold, baby.” His hypnotic voice was even deeper than usual from sleep; it held a gruff edge to it than teased along her body. She wondered if he only called her baby because He was still half-asleep.

He reached around her and turned the temperature up. Cassie was learning a few things about Darien. She had a feeling it was just going to break her heart later, because the more she learned, the more she liked. And the more she craved.

Arms wrapped around her, pulling her close to the rich heat of his body. He was so hard against her. Rivulets of water ran from the thick locks of his hair down to where their chests pressed together before sliding off the side.

Her hands fell against his chest, feeling the wet hairs moving with the water under her fingertips. His hands moved too, across the span of her back to hold her close while the other dropped down to gently cup her bottom. He did not shape her but simply held her.

“You feel good to me.”

Ridiculously pleased by his compliment, she smiled and pressed her forehead to his chest. “Ditto.”

He turned her, and she let him press her back into the wall. The hard steel of his cock branded her skin. She gasped, a wave of cream flowing through her core.

His lips found her cheek, trailed down to her mouth to nibble there. Nipples beaded in response to his soft touch. Speaking between kisses he said, “I know it’s early, but I want you.” Gruff, sleepy words.

His mouth captured hers in a demanding kiss that curled her toes as he lifted her, wrapped her legs around him. Hot trailed down her neck and shoulder, wreaking havoc on her senses. He bit her shoulder, then nudged her entrance with his cock questioningly.

“Do you want me?”

More than anything. “Yes, Darien. Yes.”

He groaned and caught her lips again as he slowly slid inside her. His thick length spread her wide as he pushed through her tight muscles. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to this feeling. To the rush that swept through her blood, made her heart pound and her skin tight as he filled her.

The instant he touched her deep inside, he retreated only to do it again and again. His moves were slow, torturing her with agonized pleasure as he pushed again and again through her wet pussy.

She found his lips and darted her tongue between them. What he was doing was killing her inside. She didn’t want this sweet lovemaking. Because it wasn’t love. He didn’t love her. He wouldn’t let himself.

Anger and desperation blinded her, had her clawing at his back and biting his lip. He pulled back to look at her with stunned, wide eyes. His hand caressed her thigh gently, up and down. She hated it. He wanted her for one thing, and if there was no love for her than how dare he treat her so sweetly. He’d leave her with only the bittersweet memories of his touch if she let him.