So that meant I was definitely not in that house with the Prince. That I wasn’t still held captive by the Prince, who was hell-bent on impregnating me to fulfill some unbelievable prophecy that would throw open all the doorways to the Otherworld. Sweet relief pounded through my veins at the sight of them.īut I had to be sure that what I’d just experienced had been a nightmare and not my reality. The surroundings and the smell were familiar. Moonlight streamed in, flowing over the small couch and sitting area.

The curtains were pulled back, just as I’d left them before I’d gone to sleep. Immediately, I pushed the mess of curls out of my face and scanned the room, stopping at the window. I caught myself at the last moment, dragging in mouthfuls of air-fresh air that was slightly scented and reminded me of autumns in the north. My eyes flew open as I jackknifed upward and over, nearly tumbling off the bed. Yanked forward, I was dragged across the bed, toward him. A scream erupted, quickly lost in the shadows of the room. I grabbed onto the bed, but it was no use. The chain jerked suddenly, throwing me to the side. My swollen stomach ached as I shifted, pressing my back against the headboard. Oh God, he was here and there was no way out of this. A shadow blotted out the thin strip of moonlight. My heart lurched into my throat as every muscle in my body tensed. I didn’t see anything, but I felt the slight stirring of air. The cool metal of the collar bit into my neck as I willed my heart to slow down, but the pounding against my ribs increased until pressure clamped down on my chest. Straining forward, I peered into the darkness. The room was so dark I couldn’t make out anything beyond the faint, silvery moonlight seeping between the crack in the thick curtains.

Brave by jennifer armentrout