“Sam! Sam! Wake up!” a trembling voice was breaking though the groggy state of his mind as Samael Darhk struggled to find an equilibrium between dream and reality. A sense of well-being settled inside him, a feeling which he hadn’t experienced in almost two years.
The precarious peace he’d found evaporated on the interruption, and his eyelids popped open to meet a pair of teal eyes staring down at him in worry. Rising from the grogginess, he sat up only to realize that he wasn’t wearing a stitch.
Something in Ella’s contorted face tipped him off. There was something terribly wrong going on. “What happened?” he asked, all trace of sleep wiped from his mind, as he reached for the blanket to cover his naked body. It wasn’t because of modesty, but mostly due to the fact that she was fully d
