Book Six: Chapter 7

Anton squeezed her against him, the expensive fabric of his suit scratching against her skin. She gave him a token resistance at first, a practiced flutter of her eyelashes and a shy pull-away that only served to embolden him. It was the dance of the prey, and she knew he enjoyed the choreography. Finally, she gave in, melting into his side. As she leaned her head on his shoulder, feigning a sudden, heavy sleepiness, she manifested her thin, barbed tail behind her. With the precision of a surgical needle, she stabbed him in the base of the neck, injecting a cocktail of supernatural venom and psychic intent.

The descent into the Dreamscape was almost instantaneous for her. While his human soul struggled to piece together the fractured reality of sudden unconsciousness, Lily guided the surrounding nothingness into place. Within the span of a heartbeat, she had woven a carbon copy of his lavish penthouse. She guided the completi