Severine woke up drenched in sweat. Her blouse clung to her back, making her frown unconsciously.
Her blanket remained draped over the sofa, its other edge sprawled across the carpeted floor.
She had kicked it off somewhere in her dream.
Yes—a dream!
She sat up with a jolt, her long hair flying with the sudden movement.
"What was that?"
Pitch-black darkness swirled in her vision for a long moment. Slowly, it dissipated, leaving a dull, throbbing ache behind her eyes.
She pressed her fingers to her temples, trying to relieve the ache.
"What was that?" she repeated, her eyes filled with a baffling mixture of confusion, pain, and thrill.
Perhaps it was because of Killian.
He had suddenly mentioned their shared childhood, and she had ended up dreaming about him.
Though most of the dream had faded into a blurry mirage, she could still feel the intense joy she had experienced while playing with Killian.
