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“Yeah,” I whisper, settling back.
His arm around me tightens, pulling me closer to his bare chest, as if he’s afraid I’m going to leave him to fight his demons alone. “You remember the nightmare, don’t you?” I ask him.
The storm goes quiet outside, then a crack of thunder and lightning makes me jump as it rattles the house.
“I do, and I don’t want to talk about it,” he says darkly.
“Why?”
“Because it needs to stay in the past,” he mutters.
“If it was in the past, then you wouldn’t be dreaming about it,” I say quietly.
He sighs. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Fine,” I mumble.
He shifts, and I feel his chin rest on my head.
Closing my eyes, I let myself feel this, remember every bit of it.
“Go back to sleep,” he whispers as if he’s almost there himself.
I listen to the rain on the roof and focus on the steady thump of his heart against my cheek, drifting back to sleep.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
Chapter thirty-two
Eliana
Killian’salarmgoesoff,and I open my eyes to find him already awake. His gaze is contemplative, and his lips taught like he’s holding himself back.
He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear, and my heart thuds in my chest. I think he’s about to kiss me again, and I couldn’t refuse him this time because I want it. I wanthimso badly it hurts.
“I’ve never seen you so relaxed before,” he says.
I blink confused for a second.
“Are they quiet when you sleep?” he asks.
“I think so. They at least let me go to sleep,” I mutter.
His leg is tossed over mine, and I’m almost completely cocooned within his warm body. His expression is tight, and I start to ask him what’s going through his head, then he says, “I wish you had told me about Wyatt sooner,” he whispers.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know how.”
“You tell me, baby, that’s it. You’re not responsible for my emotions or how I respond to difficult things.”
He just called me baby.
“I know, but I felt bad.”
“You have nothing to feel bad about. But it makes me wonder what Wyatt’s actual intentions are,” he says.
I frown. “What do you mean, like he killed those women?” I ask.
His body stiffens. “I don’t know. I can’t believe he would. It’s too hard for me to even consider.”
