Shared NightmareThe long night dragged on, a slow, agonizing slide toward dawn. I hadn't slept, and I knew Demetrius hadn't either, despite the silence on his side of the wool curtain.

After he had commanded me to silence, he had finally moved from the map table to his cot. I could feel the tension ease in the room the moment he lay down, but it was replaced by a more dangerous, internal pressure. The Mate Bond pulsed with a slow, heavy rhythm, like a distant, sick heart trying to keep ...