Eden’s POV
Even though Mason was let out of the hospital a few days ago, and any dwindling tension between the brothers had since subsided after their tiff, I still find myself lying awake at night in moderate panic.
No one brings up Asher in conversation, or even acknowledges that the Donahue family exists. I can’t help but dream of Asher pushing his way into my dressing room and trying to get a taste of what the brothers do to me.
With them, it’s welcomed. In my dreams with Asher, it’s terrifying.
I stare at Ryder’s ceiling, comfortably laid out between him and Dante in his bed. As we seem to always end up in bed together anyways, I hardly care which room it is that we find ourselves in at the end of the night. As long as we’re together, I’m okay.
Or so I thought.
Tonight’s dreams
