“That’s right. Open those pretty eyes.”
The balmy voice purred above him. Callum frowned with his eyes still closed, squeezing them shut even tighter. No, he didn’t want to open his eyes and face the real nightmare. He’d rather stay asleep and have dreams of Ainsley. Being awake meant he was going to lose Ainsley all over again.
Callum shifted and suddenly his head throbbed. He cringed, grimacing. What the hell happened?
“Come on, Saxon. I know you’re awake. Come. We’re going to have fun as soon as you open your eyes.”
Just then he realized the voice was real. It wasn’t from his dream, nor was it his own inner voice. Curious, he peeked out and—
“Patrice?”
Patrice, the vampire bastard, loomed over him, sneering.
“Hello, Callum, sweetie.”
“Who are you calling f*****g sweetie?” Callum
