At first, Queen Seraphira couldn't believe her eyes. She must be dreaming.
And yes, she was dreaming indeed.
Except it wasn't by her own will. Angus had pulled her into this.
"Hello, Seraphira," her former husband and mate said casually, standing before her in the dream space.
Once upon a time, Seraphira would have been a little delighted to see him. But now, her once-shocked face twisted into something ugly.
With a roar of pure fury, Seraphira thrust out her hand and Angus was ripped off his feet, dragged toward her as if seized by an invisible force. She caught him by the throat the second he reached her, fingers tightening with lethal intent.
Her amethyst eyes blazed with anger.
"How did you pull me into a dream?" she hissed, her tone venomous. "How dare you? After everything you've done?"
But infuriating, arrogant Angus didn't flinch. He didn't even pretend to be scared. Instead, he laughed and then lifted something between them.
It was a necklace.
