Darcy
Nathaniel’s screaming woke me up suddenly. He was sitting up on the hard ass bed we had been sleeping on in this ratty motel. “Nathaniel,” I touch his arm, and he stops screaming and looks at me. “Honey, what’s wrong?” I ask him.
Adrianna is sitting up on the other bed, wiping the sleep from her eyes. “What the hell?”
My mate gasps a few times, looks at me, wraps his arms around me, and holds me tight. “I-I thought you were gone.” He mumbles.
“It was a bad dream,” I reach up and stroke his cheek. “I’m right here,” I say to him.
He runs his hand down my cheek and rocks us. “It was so real. I could feel and smell what was happening.”
“Sounds more like a premonition than a dream,” Adrianna interjects. There is a knock on the door, and the witch gets up to answer it.
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