Chapter 35

• WREN
• I dreamed of him. Of Bane. Of him bending me over the countertop in that private bathroom and slamming inside me. My dream self screamed in pleasure at the invasion, at his ownership of me. I hadn’t even seen his cock, but Dream Wren had an incredibly active imagination. And a very generous one.
• Rolling over in my bed, I let out a deep breath and kicked off the thin sheet that had been covering me. It was only seven in the morning, and it was already in the nineties. The only positive I could take from the situation was that it was Saturday and the last day of the working week.