"It's time we talk."
The words sliced through the dream's gentle atmosphere like a blade. Scarlett felt the warmth of her previous dream with Liam dissolving, replaced by something colder, more dangerous.
She found herself staring into Lucien's eyes - gray as winter storm clouds and just as unpredictable. His white hair seemed to capture and reflect the dream-light, creating an ethereal halo that made him look both beautiful and terrifying. Something deep in her brain, some ancient survival instinct, screamed *danger* with every passing second.
"What do you want from me?" She was surprised by how steady her voice sounded, given how her heart was racing.
Lucien's lips curved into that infuriating smirk she was beginning to recognize. He reached out, brushing a strand of dark hair from
