I just found myself in a sweat after a horrific dream.

In it, Kinloch Kirk is destroyed, and everyone I care about is dead.

Worst of all, I can't shrug away the feeling that the dream isn't just a dream but a vision of what's to come.

Throw in the hauntingly familiar stranger, Dureau Chevalier, who happens to be incredibly sexy, and I find myself at a crossroads.

Do I continue with the promise I made myself to avoid all men, or do I acknowledge my interest in Dureau?