Chapter 201
- Aysel's POV
- I jolted awake from the nightmare, my pulse still thrumming with phantom terror-only to realize someone was holding my hand.
- The curtains were drawn tight, letting in nothing but a muted gray glow. For a moment I couldn't tell if it was dawn or midnight. But the warmth beside me... the familiar strength of that chest, that scent of night-steel and shadowed pine... it made me think I was still dreaming.