Kent and I fall asleep peacefully that night, his right arm wrapped tight around me, his left arm stretched out beneath me so I can use his bicep as a pillow. But about three hours later I’m gasping awake, my whole body shaking in fear.
My eyes flash around the room as I try to figure out where I am – to find the men who were breaking into the house – who were killing them – killing us all – cutting Daniel’s throat, shooting at Kent – who already laid Jerome out on the floor, leaking blood –
But as I look gasping around I see that…everything is fine.
That it’s just the two of us, still alone in Kent’s cool, dark room.
“Fay,” he murmurs sleepily, his voice tense as I moan and curl up next to him, still shaken by the nightmare. “Are you okay? What’s –“
“I’m okay,” I whisper back, sha
