***Talia***
Zane’s eyes flicker from side to side beneath his eyelids as he sleeps, his brows furrowed and his lips pressed together as if to hold back a scream for help. I hold my breath and watch him for a moment, listening to the sound of his breathing get faster and more haggard by the second. He then grabs a fist full of the sheets, his entire body stiffening.
Wanting to ease his fears a little, I gently graze my hand against his cheek, Zane’s body relaxing visibly beneath my touch and his breathing slowly returning to normal.
I discovered his nightmares many nights ago when he suddenly woke up in a cold sweat, panting frantically as if he had just run a marathon. Thinking me asleep, he slowly crawled out of bed and stepped out of the room to calm himself down before returning to
