The dream came for me anyway.

I should have known it would. Sleep was when I was most vulnerable, when my defenses lowered and my mind drifted into the shadowy spaces between waking and unconsciousness. Luke's arms were warm around me, his heartbeat steady beneath my ear, but even his presence couldn't keep the darkness at bay.

'Jenna.'

The voice wasn't Crystal's. It was deeper, rougher, wrapped in layers of cold and malice. I tried to open my eyes, to wake myself up, but my body wouldn't respond. I was trapped—paralyzed in the dream, held in place by invisible chains.

'You thought you could keep me out? You thought your...