I found her laying there. Stupid brothers still fast asleep. The minute she left, I felt it, but damn, something blocked her movement until the moment she touched down. 6 hours later. Night after night, I'd been tracking her through her dreams and bringing her back home. Why was I the only one able to sense what was happening and where she was?
Exhaustion crept over me as I tucked her into bed. Not in mine. Not tonight. I was pissed. Sure, we SUPPOSEDLY can't control our dreams... except why was she always partially blinded in hers? I watched her for a moment, her chest rising and falling gently as she slept. She looked so peaceful, so vulnerable, that for a moment, I forgot my anger. But then I remembered the frustration of watching her slip away night after night, leaving me to track he
