Chapter 148

Northern lights flashing, the roaring crowd, and Dexter's wild, terrifying grin-his cold hand closed around her throat, tightening bit by bit, dragging her straight to the edge of death... Pain and hopelessness crushed her. "Fraser, help me!" Bellamy jolted awake, clutching her neck and gasping. Pitch black. She sat there in a daze for a while before gradually remembering she was still recovering at Goldmere Manor. As for Fraser... he'd never shown up. The hand choking her in the dream-just a figment of her mind. Like people say, when you're about to die, your brain flashes the person you miss the most. Bellamy wiped the cold sweat from her temples and was about to lie back down when- The curtain rustled. A tall figure flickered by it. A tiny amber glow-like the end of a lit cigarette-floated nearby. Bellamy froze, just as she was about to scream, that figure appeared at her bedside like a ghost, and a hand clamped over her mouth. Then came a deep, low voice right by her ear: "You even