LISA
I felt something pinning me down when I first woke up. Somehow, my sleepy self was convinced I was just imagining things so I didn’t pay much attention to it and I tried drifting off. Then it moved and I got up this time, panicked and scared.
That turned to shock when I saw I wasn’t alone on the bed. And that weight was in fact someone’s hand pinning me down. Not just anyone’s hand, but the lycanthropy king’s. The Executioner was sleeping in my bed and he was holding me.
Well, technically it was his bed since it is his house and all.
I didn’t know when I let out a small gasp. I hadn’t anticipated how loud my voice in the quiet room. But it was enough to make him stir. I pressed my lips tightly together and closed my eyes, hoping he would just drift back to sleep.
My prayers weren
