I felt the hand on my shoulder but nudged it away. It had been weeks since I slept so well, so whoever was waking me up was about to lose a hand. They were also waking me from a pretty intense dream involving all four guys. I thought maybe if I returned to a deep sleep, I could pick up where we left off.
"Cassandra," Dash said, and I opened my eyes. For a moment I thought I was still dreaming. The last person I expected to see inches from my face was Dash. His breath was warm against my face, his eyes warm against my soul. I stared at him for a long moment, hoping it might be the time he finally kissed me. Fat chance. "Were you sleeping?"
"No, Dash, I was studying my eyelids."
"Okay then, good. I didn't want to disturb you," he said. "Since you're awake."
"Did somebody die?" I asked,
