Ronan awoke to the feeling of being watched. It was a niggling sensation that invaded his Jenga block dream structure, and as he bolted upright, panic blindsiding him, his head whipped around the darkened room with so much force his neck cracked.

And what do you know? His instincts were not wrong. In the corner of the room, engulfed by shadows and looking as sinful as the Devil after a demon's stag party, a figure sat.

His mouth was dry, and his body was far too hot, and as disorientation took him for a magic carousel ride, his vision blurring like it was peeking down the screen of a black...