The next morning, sunlight filtered into the bedroom, but Prisha hadn’t slept a wink. The words Riaan had thrown at her last night still echoed in her ears. “Dreams are the only place you’re free.”
Her dreams hadn’t been free. They had been haunted—by his voice, his eyes, the strange heat she felt when he stood close. She hated it, hated herself for even feeling anything beyond pain for him.
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