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Skylar

The last thing I remember was the witch, Raina, gripping my hands. The next minute I'm in a place I know well. As unwelcome as this dream usually is, at least it's familiar, I think, as I'm running in the dark through the woods.

I wish I didn't have to run. The thought floats through my mind, and I immediately stop running.

The brush is thick on either side, and as usual, I sense something is lurking in the dense shrubbery. I can feel its eyes on me. This time though, I'm not afraid. I walk toward the edge of the cliff I have jumped off so many times. As I'm peering into the void, I hear something behind me. I turn around, a cloaked figure emerging from the shadows.

A black snake slithers out of the hole of the cloaked arm, dropping to the floor, hissing as its hood flares. I look back up at the cloaked figure, the hood casting shadows over the face. There is one there, though I cannot see it. The snake slithers forwards, and I take a step back, my foot now at the cliff's edge.

A slight breeze passes over my body. I look down to see my scent mixed with swirls of slate grey and midnight blue smoke. My favorite scents, sandalwood, and pine. This time there is a unique iridescent pattern, a unique scent, joining the slate grey and midnight blue smoke together as it swirls with mine.

"Dmitri," I say, the name spoken causing the snake to hiss.

The hooded figure holds his hand out to me, silently beckoning me to take it. It is big and smooth. It is not Dmitri's, though. I would know his hands from anywhere.

I look at the faceless hooded figure, still not feeling any fear. Nearby, a branch snaps. I look to my side and see Dmitri dressed in the suit he had on for dinner. He has concern written all over his face, making me wonder what is wrong. I want to comfort him. Torn, I look back at the hooded man, his hand still outstretched, the snake by his feet. He intrigues me, and something calls for me to take his hand. Does he have the answers to all my questions?

"Skylar," I hear Dmitri say, his voice bringing my gaze back to him, his hand outstretched.

I look back at the hooded figure before I hear Dmitri's voice again, pain lacing the tone. "Skylar."

He needs me. Decision made, I turn back to Dmitri, taking a step forward. As I grab his hand, little tingles start at our touch and move along my body. I close my eyes, lost in the ecstasy I feel.

"Skylar, wake up, dammit!" I'm jerked awake, Dmitri's face inches from mine, his gorgeous green eyes filled with concern which swiftly turns to relief.

"Why are you shouting at me?" I gently push him back.

He looks dazzling, with half his hair pulled up in a ponytail and the other half left down. It looks windblown, like a surfer. He is wearing a short sleeve light blue button-up shirt, the top couple of buttons open, hinting at the fine body I know is underneath. He is in beige cargo pants that look like they were designed just for him.

Sitting up causes my already-pounding head to go into a full-on hammering frenzy. I lean forward, close my eyes, and cup my head between my hands.

"Owww, how much did I drink?" I ask him, squinting up.

It feels like someone punched me in the head multiple times.

"Here, take this. It will help with the headache." He has a glass of water and two yellow pills in his hands.

As I reach out to take them, I notice my wrists. What the actual fuck. Disbelief washes over me as I hold them up in front of me. The once blotchy brown birthmarks are now two intricate black snakes. Black snakes, like my dream. Coincidental? I think not. Time to ponder it now? I think not also.

"There's a lot we need to discuss," Dmitri says, pulling my hand to his and dropping the pills on my palm.

"I told Raina, Ally, and Benjamin I'd let them know when you are awake so they can swing by."

He hands me the glass of water. I swallow the pills downing the entire glass of water. I didn't realize how thirsty I was. Dmitri tops me up, and I jug down another glass.

"Umm, Dmitri, where are we." I take in my foreign but exquisite surroundings.

I'm in a huge, very comfortable, white four-poster bed with blue and white bedding. Sheer white material is draped over the sides of the bed's tall poster frame, moving slightly as the breeze catches it. The opposite side of the bedroom has huge glass sliding doors pushed open, letting a gentle sea breeze blow in. The doors open straight onto a deck with steps leading down directly onto the beach. An awning partially covers the deck, and I can see some lounge chairs and a table up against the side. The sea is lapping the shore a short distance away, and there is even a ship far out in the distance on the horizon.

The room is enormous, with a door on the left leading to the rest of the house. There is an opening off to the right, which leads into a closet, beyond that not visible. It's simply furnished, with some rugs on the floor and a couple of chairs off to the side of the room. The walls are whitewashed and adorned with abstract oil paintings.

A smile appears on my face, and I look back at Dmitri, who has been watching me watch everything else intently.

"Do you like it?" he asks, a smile appearing on his face, "my villa." It sounds like he is seeking approval.

"I love it, Dmitri." My eyes once again scan the room.

"I moved you here the day before yesterday after we couldn't wake you up..." he trails off, the smile fading from his face.

As I make a move to get up, Dmitri stands from his spot at the side of the bed, his hand outstretched to help me.

Movement brings on a bout of dizziness, followed by a sharp pain in my head. I take a minute to compose myself while Dmitri holds my hand to steady me.

As it subsides, I suddenly become very aware of what I am wearing. I look down. I'm in the thinnest white chemise nightie. It's so white it makes my pale skin look a little tanned.

"What am I wearing?" I look up at Dmitri blandly, who is smirking.

"It's the only thing I could find," the smirk disappearing from his face when he sees my eyebrows raise.

"This," I say, gesturing to the slip of a nightie, "this is the only thing you could find for me to wear."

"It is," he says, trying to suppress a smile, his eyes roaming my body.

"I didn't want to root around in your stuff," he gestures to my bags on the floor by the bed, "so I got you this to wear."

There is pride in his voice while his eyes linger on my breasts.

"Please tell me this isn't Elanor's," I groan out, looking at him pleadingly.

"Would I do that?" Hurt in his tone. "I asked Gloria to get it, and she sent a driver to drop it off."

Too much effort for this itty bitty piece of fabric if you ask me. I move towards my bag and bend over, quickly realizing my mistake when another bout of dizziness consumes me, nearly causing me to fall.

Before I know it, Dmitri has lifted me in his arms, concern on his face.

"I'm fine," I say reassuringly. "I just need a bath and to brush my teeth. Then I'll be good as new." It comes out weakly, but I force cheeriness I don't feel into my voice as the non-stop drumming continues in my skull. Dmitri already looks way too worried.

He carries me through the opening on the side, which leads into a massive walk-in closet. There are cupboards and shelves on either side. The whole side of the wall has mirrors along it, with a chaise lounge in the middle. We pass through before entering the bathroom. I don't even know if I can call it that. It's as big as my lounge area and kitchen at home put together, if not bigger.

The left-hand side has glass panels separating a massive shower, with two giant showerheads, from the rest of the bathroom. Next to that is a dual basin with large mirrors above it. At the end of the room is a two-step, raised, Lycan form accommodating bath that sinks in so that it is the same height as the platform. Probably so that you can take full advantage of the ocean view you are presented with through two massive windows. The other side of this dream bathroom houses some cabinets and a door that conceals the toilet. The floors and walls are all cream marble with black lines and speckles. It's breathtaking.

I feel like I am in some sort of dream. One I don't want to wake up from considering the reality that I eventually need to face about everything that has happened. Later, I think to myself, I'll deal with everything later.

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