Our conversation ran through my head again and again that night as I lay in bed, trying to relax enough to fall asleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about the Lunas and their mysterious deaths—or how fiercely Andrew wanted to protect me. As irritating as the guard had been, I found Andrew’s insistence oddly endearing.
As I started to lose my battle against my drowsiness, my mind started to drift to that day in the cabin and how safe I had felt in his arms. I cursed myself for not taking my second chance at Eliza’s house, even with the possible repercussions.
When I finally fell asleep, I dreamt of Andrew in my bed.
He lay naked on his side next to me, his head propped up on his elbow. His eyes moved up and down my body, causing a shiver to go down my spine. He licked his lips slowly and re
