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“You knew?”
Morpheus cups my cheek.
His hand is warm.
Steady.
Real.
“My father knows I’ve awakened.”
Thunder rattles the windows.
“And he knows it was you.”
My stomach drops.
“What does that mean?”
Morpheus looks toward the darkened window.
For the first time since I’ve met him, there’s no arrogance in his expression.
No teasing.
No wicked smile.
Only something cold and dangerous.
“It means he’s coming.”
I tighten my grip on his arm.
“For you?”
He turns back to me.
His thumb brushes my cheek.
“No, darling.”
His voice drops.
“For you.”
Chapter 7
Morpheus
I’ve survived three thousand years of imprisonment, a century of divine warfare, and the wrath of gods powerful enough to erase entire civilizations.
Yet nothing has prepared me for the sight of Calla Reyes standing in her kitchen, wearing only a t-shirt shirt, eating cereal directly from the box, and arguing with me about her impending death.
“For the last time, I’m not leaving.”
“Then for the last time, you are being unreasonable.”
She shoves another handful of cereal into her mouth.
