I nodded, forcing a shaky breath past my lips. I told her about the dream, more details about it becoming clearer. I had heard the rushing wind of the yacht and water rushing around me, but it had all gone quiet when we had been at the lake. When the wolf had turned into Dominic, bearing the mark on his chest.
Arielle went very still for a moment, her fingers pausing in my hair. But when she spoke, her voice was light, careful. “Have you had a dream like this before?"
I shook my head.
"And you're certain that he had the mark of the Goddess? Of justice?"
I nodded.
She narrowed her eyes. "How… interesting."
I narrowed my eyes back at her. "What's that mean?"
She grinned. "I suspect you'll find out soon enough."
I closed my eyes again, wanting to ask, but my mind was going back to
