Page 46 of Eclipse Sector
A time when Cillian had been my hero.
“I’ve got you,” he’d whispered into my ear. “You’re safe now.”
Warmth unlike any I’d ever experienced had touched my heart in that moment. A warmth I’d reserved solely for him.
My intended mate.
My wolf’s obsession.
My Alpha.
His scent—peppermint tinged with something masculine, something that was all Cillian—swathed me in a blanket of protection.
I inhaled deeply. Lovingly.Longingly.
Mine,my wolf purred.
Except Cillian’s words from the Blood Sector coronation night soon followed in my mind, stirring me from this strange sleeplike state. And I woke in a sea of unfamiliar darkness. I drew my knees up to my chest as a violent tremble overtook my spine.
Where am I?I couldn’t possibly be back in that hole. The softness beneath me was nothing like the cold, hard ground of that savage pit.
Still, I felt the need to sniff the air, to ensure the stench of copper and dirt didn’t fill my senses.
Instead, all I scented was Cillian.A refreshing peppermint kiss.
Just like every other morning recently.
Only, I hadn’t dreamt of him like I had then; this dream… this dream had been too realistic. Too reminiscent of our past.
I blinked, confused, and rolled to my back on the soft mattress.
My lips curled down then, my gaze scanning the unfamiliar bed.
How…? Where…?
Memories of last night—or perhaps earlier this morning—assaulted me at once, reminding me that I was in Glacier Sector. In an igloo.And I went to bed on the couch.
Only… only I was no longer on the couch. I was wrapped up in the blankets on the bed.
And Cillian… Cillian was nowhere to be seen.
All I sensed was his residual scent and the heat he’d left behind.
Against my back,I realized, my palm touching my spine. It was hot, like I’d been pressed up against another body for hours.
The bed…I moved my touch to explore it.The bed’s still warm beside me.
Cillian had been here.
He’d moved me to the mattress.
And then…Did he hold me? For how long? Is this even real? A dream? What does it mean?
My mind raced with so many questions, my imagination threatening to overwhelm me with too many hopeful images.
I shook my head, forcing myself to clear it. I would go mad if I started considering the what-ifs of the situation.
Cillian had put me in the bed.
