Prologe
I toss and turn in my sleep, trapped in the same nightmare for what feels like the trillionth time. Every night, the dream begins the same way: a terrifying vampire-incubus hybrid chases me through the dark woods, his footsteps always close behind. I don’t understand why this nightmare keeps haunting me, but it feels more real each time I have it.
I’m too afraid to tell my brothers about it. They’d probably laugh and call me crazy.
In the dream, I sprint through the forest until I spot an old shed hidden between the trees. My chest heaves as I slip inside and press my back against the cold wooden wall, trying to stay quiet.
Then I hear it.
Admadia…”
My name slithers through the darkness like a whisper against the back of my neck. A chill crawls down my spine.
Slowly, I turn around.
He’s standing right behind me, his pale grin stretching wider in the shadows.
Boo.”
