Brian's POV
Once again, Aurora had passed out.
"So... so cold," she mumbled in her sleep, her brows knitted together.
It was clear she was trapped in the throes of a nightmare.
Recalling what had just gone down, I shrugged off my jacket and slipped under the covers beside her. I pulled her close, snug as a bug in a rug.
The familiar scent of her filled my nostrils, but my mind was in a total tizzy.
In that cave, I'd seen firsthand how blindingly fast and powerful she'd become.
And that golden light?
It sent shivers down my spine.
I was itching to get in touch with Thor and ask him where Aurora had been the night before, but I knew better.
It wasn't a good idea.
As I held her in my arms, I gently stroked her furrowed brow, hoping it'd help her relax and shake off the bad dream.
