The Witch and Her Demon
Every night, Priscilla dreamt of fire. She thought her biggest problem was surviving college, passing exams, and escaping her abusive stepfather. She had been having these nightmares for months — crumbling city....
Every night, Priscilla dreamt of fire. She thought her biggest problem was surviving college, passing exams, and escaping her abusive stepfather. She had been having these nightmares for months — crumbling city walls, creatures that shouldn't exist, and a pair of swords that felt more natural in her hands than anything in her waking life. Her roommate was adamant that she needed therapy. Or a boyfriend. Or both. She agreed to try it all. But the dreams weren't getting quieter.They were only getting clearer. Priscilla thought the internship was her only way out. The demons were just dreams. That's what she kept telling herself.Right up until the night something stepped out of the nightmare — and into her real life — a terrifying man whose touch left real marks on her skin after she woke up. “Who the hell are you?” she whispered in fear. The stranger only smirked. “My name cannot be uttered in this world, my queen. ” Priscilla should have run. “You have been dreaming about me,my love.And here I am.Is that not enough?!" His voice was the wrong kind of smooth. His eyes were the wrong kind of dark. And the smile he gave her when she reached for a weapon she didn't have in the waking world —it was seductively lethal. It was clear he wanted something from Priscilla that went far deeper than she understood.The ruins she kept running through every night? It was real. It was waiting. And it knew her name.