Last night, after Amanda had that horrific dream, she decided to sleep again but found that she couldn’t. Her mind raced, her adrenaline pumped, and her heart doubled its workload at the mere flash of pictures in her mind of that grotesque scene.
Fear gripped and chilled her and it was nowhere near detaching itself despite knowing Cord wouldn’t do such a thing. She trusted him. She was certain she was safe with him, but a part of her—that witch part which screamed defense—made her want to keep her eyes open the rest of the night.
It was only at the strike of five in the morning when her eyelids drooped and finally, she allowed herself into the world of dreamless sleep again.