The bedroom is drowning in bruised purple shadows, the storm outside lashing the glass with sleet and hail, and for one terrifying second, I don't know where I am.
I feel horribly exposed, vulnerable, naked under his oversized shirt, my body still thrumming with the hot, lingering ache of the dream, while my traumatized mind screams that an intruder has broken into the high-rise.
Knox? Vale?
I gasp, scrambling backward against the headboard, my legs tangling in the duvet, my hands catching the heavy blanket to pull it up as a useless shield against the dark –
"Hey. Hey, baby, stop. It's me. It's just me."
A massive shadow moves at the edge of the mattress. The heavy bed dips sharply under a sudden, familiar weight, and then two huge, solid arms reach out through the dark, wrapping ar
