Chapter 231
Nima
"You're such a charmer, ##$_&," I giggle, cheeks aching from how hard I'm smiling.
"What can I say? I have to impress my beloved."
"It's been ten years."
"Ten years, a hundred years—this life, the next, our past lives, the lives yet to come. Always."
I laugh, breathless. "Didn't take you for someone who believed in the supernatural, #$_$—"
"Want to know what else is supernatural? My love for you!"
They sweep me into their arms, laughter spilling out of me as their fingers trail over my ribs, tickling until I can't breathe.
I wake with a sharp gasp.
The warmth vanishes. The arms vanish.
I sit up, chest heaving, eyes darting around—until I realize. Oh. Daphne's room.
The curtains are still drawn, the faint scent of paint lingering, the silken sheets twisted around me. Empty.
She hasn't come back. Two weeks.
I lower my legs over the edge of the bed, toes sinking into the plush rug. My hands tremble against my thighs.
It's always the same.
The dreams.
