Isabella Hawthorne
I jolted awake, gasping for breath.
The sheets tangled around me were damp with sweat, clinging uncomfortably to my skin. Wiping them away with the back of my hand, I sat up, heart pounding. The morning sun streamed through the window, casting light on the dust motes dancing in the air.
It was just a dream. A strange, unsettling dream that left me feeling oddly disturbed.
Another dream of Eirik. But this time, it wasn't filled with the gentle tenderness I'd felt before. This was a different Eirik, one cloaked in anger and possessiveness. His words echoed in my mind: "Your damned guardians," and "soon we will be together again."
Guardians? What guardians? What was he talking about?
Pushing myself out of bed, I padded across the cold floor to the nightstand. My ga
