Chapter 7
Jordy
The dream starts as soon as I shut my eyes, like it was waiting for me. A dark monster in my head, snapping its jaws, swallowing me whole. I’m in the secret vampire club. Augustine is there, a menacing presence. That’s not right—he should be a comfort. I strain to remember the times when he was a comfort before. But in this dream’s time and place, Augustine is not benevolent. He’s not my friend. He’s just my master.
“This her?” another vampire asks. Augustine confirms yes. Their voices are muted in that dream state, but I know they’re talking about me. Hands begin to crawl up my flesh, stroking and probing, taking liberties. I should lie still—Augustine orders me to—but I can’t. I fight and get restrained for my trouble. Not with ropes. With hard hands.
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