HAZEL STYLES POV

"I love you, Hazel," Riven's voice whispered in my ear, his hand grazing my cheek. But there was something wrong. He looked all kinds of wrong. And the hand that was touching my face was sticky with blood.

He suddenly grinned, the blood on his face dripping into mine. "You should have run when I told you to, little rabbit"

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A sharp gasp escaped my lips as I woke up, my body trembling as my heart pumped hard in my chest.

Realizing that it was all a nightmare, I took ...