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“I believe you’re breaking my curse.”

Her eyes widen.

“What?”

The dream begins to collapse.

She clings to me.

“Morpheus!”

I pull her closer.

“Find me tomorrow, darling.”

“Where?”

I grin.

“At your museum.”

The temple shatters.

Calla disappears.

And I’m alone again.

Trapped inside marble.

Surrounded by darkness.

Except this time, something is different.

I can still feel the warmth of her hand against my chest.

And somewhere deep within my stone prison, a heartbeat echoes.

Once.

Twice.

I smile.

“You have absolutely no idea what you’ve awakened.”

Chapter 4

Calla

I’m officially having an inappropriate relationship with a statue.

There. I’ve admitted it.

Unfortunately, admitting you have a problem is only the first step, and I’m nowhere near ready to do anything about mine.

Especially when my problem has seven feet of chiseled marble, a mouth made for sin, and an uncanny ability to show up in my dreams wearing progressively less clothing.

Last night, he wasn’t wearing anything at all.