Nora's POV
"Morning, babe."
I bolt upright, my breath catching in my throat. "No," I whisper, turning to face the man lying beside me. Brent stares back with sleepy eyes, and confusion floods through me. What is he doing in my apartment? This isn't right. The room spins, forcing me to collapse back onto the pillow.
"Babe?" The mattress dips as Brent leans over me, concern creasing his features. "You awake? Sounds like you were talking in your sleep."
"I had this nightmare. You met me at Vaughn Pier after work, then someone tried to rob us."
"That won't happen, though I was planning to get there early tonight." His fingers brush my hair back before his lips find my neck. The warmth of his mouth against my skin sends electricity through me, but when I close my eyes, another face appears.
Dark hair. Piercing blue eyes. Sharp canine teeth.
