Yara’s POV

The dream felt so real.

Jaxon stood at the altar, waiting for me. He looked at me with so much warmth that I could feel it physically. My dress was light, flowing around me as I walked toward him. My heart pounded, but in a good way. A way that told me I was exactly where I was supposed to be. The ceremony was perfect. The way it was always meant to be.

Then the pain came. It was a sharp, burning line across my back.

I screamed and shot upright, panting hard. My skin stung, but then another lash came, this time landing on my thigh.

I...