🦋 ALTHEA​
I snapped up with a gasp, my heart beating out of my chest.
​Another nightmare…
​My body prickled with fright when the bed dipped beside me, a warm, large hand finding the small of my back.
​I stilled, my eyes still adjusting to the darkness until his scent calmed me.
​I slumped, letting him support me fully. "Thorne…" The name came out hoarse.
​"It's me," he replied, the tenderness causing tears to prickle my eyes, and I hoped he would not see them.
​I had nightmares before—who wouldn't with the life I had lived? But these nightmares were different, and they only started after I found Zyra.
​Bile coated my tongue; my hands refused to stop shaking.
​"You're quiet," Thorne observed, rubbing circles into my back.
