Rory's POV

The first thing I felt was fire. Not the warmth of comfort but the hot sting of something that clawed through my blood like acid. My chest heaved, though my body did not move. My lips parted, yet no sound came out. I was stuck between two worlds, the waking and the dream.

And in the dream, I was not alone.

“Don’t fight it,” a low, familiar voice whispered behind me. Strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against a chest that burned hotter than any ...