K I A R A
I laid in bed that night, Damon's arms wrapped securely around me. I had never felt so safe in my entire life.
But the safety was short lived. The moment I closed my eyes, the images of my father's face, my grandmother's unconscious body and my mother's blood flooded my mind.
I gasped, my eyes flying open. My heart was pounding in my chest, my body covered in a cold sweat.
Damon's arms tightened around me. "Nightmare?" he asked, his voice husky with sleep.
I nodded, not trusting my voice to speak.
He rolled over, turning on the lamp on the nightstand. The soft light illuminated his concerned face.
"Talk to me," he said, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from my face.
"My mother," I whispered, tears welling up in my eyes. "I keep seeing her face. I never got to meet h
