Someone cries my name as I press my hand over the wound.
“Connor!”
A hand grabs my shoulder and shakes me.
“Connor, wake up!”
Wake up?
“Connor! Wake UP!”
…
…
…
I jerk awake and flinch away from the grip on my shoulder, blinking rapidly and trying to figure out what the fuck is going on.
The homestead…
The attack…
My breath comes in heaving pants as I struggle to draw in another one.
Tears stream down my cheeks.
In the darkness, a familiar face moves closer. I blink again, trying to force away the remaining tears until something light appears.
Blond hair…
Concerned green eyes that usually hold so much anger toward me…
“Raven?”
Her hand comes up toward my face, but I flinch away.
She pulls it back slightly, searching my face before she makes another attempt. Her soft skin finally touches my heavily stubbled cheek tentatively. “You were having a nightmare.”
I jerk away from the unfamiliar gentle touch.
It’s wrong.
All of this is wrong.
I don’t want her here.
I don’t want her to see me like this.
Fuck.
My goddamn heart won’t stop pounding.
I scrub my hands over my face.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Thunder rolls somewhere in the distance, the sound of rain pelting the roof suddenly filling the awkward silence.
