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What Dream Can’t Tell

I groaned, reached for it with wet fingers, and glanced at the screen.

Adrian.

I exchanged a look with Celia, who smirked. “Speak of the prince.”

I accepted the call and leaned my head against the wall. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he said softly. His voice was low, like the hour. “I didn’t want to go to sleep wit...