Becca’s blatantly amused laughter quickly turned guttural with my nails digging into the skin of her neck.

She was so confident she could swallow me whole in the dreamspace as though being weak herself didn't matter. I desperately wanted to smack the confidence from her upturned lips.

I pressed tighter against her throat. Any minute now, or so I would urge myself to snap her neck. Yet, I hesitated. Would killing her here really do anything?

Out of the blue, smoky shadows speared from her ...