Calla
Sleep came easy after everything that had happened. My body was exhausted from the fight. From using my abilities. From the emotional roller coaster of the past few days.
But peace didn't last long.
The dream started different this time. Instead of floating above a scene, I was standing in a familiar room. Blake's private office in the state capitol building.
The same office where he'd made deals that destroyed our marriage. Where he'd sold his soul to vampires for political power.
My stomach twisted with old anger and new fear.
Blake stood behind his desk, practicing a speech. His voice carried that fake sincerity he used for cameras. The same tone that used to make my skin crawl when we were married.
"My fellow Americans," he said to an empty room. "I come before you today w
