Chapter 0265

Kent and I fall asleep peacefully that night, his right arm wrapped tight around me, his left arm stretched out beneath me so I can

use his bicep as a pillow. But about three hours later I’m gasping awake, my whole body shaking in fear.

My eyes flash around the room as I try to figure out where I am — to find the men who were breaking into the house — who were

killing them — killing us all — cutting Daniel's throat, shooting at Kent — who already laid Jerome out on the floor, leaking blood —

But as I look gasping around I see that...everything is fine.

That it’s just the two of us, still alone in Kent’s cool, dark room.

“Fay,” he murmurs sleepily, his voice tense as I moan and curl up next to him, still shaken by the nightmare. “Are you okay?

What's —*

“I'm okay,” I whisper back, shaking my head, feeling guilty about having woken him over something so stupid. “It was just a

nightmare — I’m sorry —*

Kent tsks sympathetically and tugs at my shoulder, a silent request for me to turn. So I do, and he pulls me tight against him so

that my stomach and chest are tight against his. “Poor Fay,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my forehead and then my hair.

“What was it about?”

“Nothing,” I murmur, shaking my head.

“Tell me,” he urges, taking a deep breath as his body again starts to relax.

“It was nothing,” I lie, pressing myself tight against him, wanting to be close as possible, to feel the living, breathing reality of him,

to let him chase away the fright. Kent murmurs more comforting things to me, but I can tell that he’s barely awake, and I’m

grateful for it. Because I really don’t want to tell him — don’t want to be worried about me being worried about him.

But as Kent’s breathing deepens next to me, and I can feel the slowing beat of his heart, I know that despite all of last night’s

very pleasant distractions...

...that what Ivan told me is still haunting me. And as much as Kent wants me to forget about it, and Daniel wants me to let Kent

handle it...

I can’t do it.

I have to do something. I have to act.

And so I fall asleep again with a new resolve burning in my heart.

When Kent wakes up the next morning, I don’t think he remembers my nightmare. But I’m awake first, having only dipped in and

out of sleep for the rest of the night. So, when the alarm clock begins its horrible noise, I barely even flinch.

Kent drops a kiss to my neck before turning over to turn it off, but he’s back in a moment, his arm wrapped around me. “Good

morning,” he murmurs, pulling me close.

I smile and turn my face up to him

but he frowns down at me, pulling

away to look at me. “Are you Light,

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sorry — you just don't look as...fresh

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“No, Fay,” he chuckles, gathering me close. “You're gorgeous as usual, stop. Just — you don’t look like you got any sleep. Are

you okay?”

“I didn't sleep well,” I confess, pulling

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indigestion,” I lie, and then I narrow

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“I wouldn't put it past her,” he

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And, as tempted as I am, I sigh and shake my head. “No,” I murmur, starting to sit up. Kent sits up with me as I run my fingers

through my tangled hair. “I have things I want to do today. And Daniel will miss me at breakfast.”

“You worry too much about that boy,” Kent says, running his knuckles fondly down my cheek. “He can handle himself.”