Nicholas
“Nicholas! Oh, god, no, Nicholas!” Daynara’s screams reverberate through the room, startling me awake. Without a word, I reach for my gun but stop when I see that Daynara is writhing and thrashing in her sleep, the sheets entangling her body like vines. Leaning forward, I restrain her flailing arms and gently shake her awake.
Daynara shoots up from the bed and tearfully throws herself in my arms. Pulling her shaking body close, I hum comfortingly and rub her soft spine until all of the tension drains from her body.
“It’s just a nightmare, Chérie,” I whisper as I rest kisses against her hair.
Daynara pulls back, gazes into my eyes, and murmurs, “I thought he killed you. He killed Sammy, and I’m so scared he will kill you too.”
I thread my fingers through her hair and shake m
