Chapter Fifteen A growl breaks through the silence, making me startle in bed. My gaze flies to the silver bell on the bed, but it’s still and silent. The hair on the back of my neck rises. It fills the air, a sense of dread. The sound of an animal in pain. I step out of bed and open the door, only one centimeter. Only enough to see the shadowed expanse of bed, the large figure writhing on it. It strikes me then, that I haven’t had a nightmare since I first slept in this room. It’s someone else’s nightmare now. I should pretend I don’t hear. I think that’s what he would want me to do, but I can’t leave him like this. Flashes of bare skin and dark ink. Muscles straining. A growl low enough to rumble beneath my feet. “Damon?” Self-assured. Smooth. That’s how Damon Scott looks every oth