WHEN Wulfric opened his eyes, all he saw was the inside of his open virtual pod and the dull ceiling above. Confusion clouded his mind for a split second before the memory crashed back in. Hot, seething frustration flooded through him. One moment he'd been living the best experience of his life, then the next he was ripped away from it without warning.
What kind of cruel joke was this?
No, there had been a warning. He just hadn't cared. Why would he? His heart was racing because he was kissing Aster, for crying out loud! If his heart gave out from sheer happiness, so be it.
