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Esme stirred awake on the comfy bed, the remnants of sleep clinging to her until the sensation of a hand brushing tenderly against her cheek roused her fully.
Her lashes fluttered, and as her vision cleared, her breath caught at the sight of Donovan before her. His gaze was locked with hers, soft yet intense, and it held her captive with its undeniable pull.
"Donovan?" Esme murmured, her voice husky with sleep.
But before she could make sense of his presence, a dull ache pulsed through her temple. She winced from the sensation, instinctively lifting a hand to her forehead. "You won't believe it," she said. "I had the strangest dream—so bizarre. Did you know—"