Liam
My eyes opened, and the first thing I did was feel around the bed. It was empty.
I immediately became very confused. I could have sworn…No, I knew someone had been here with me—all night. I’d felt someone’s body pressed against me.
I sat up slightly, blinking against the harsh fluorescent lights, when a memory hit me. And another. And another.
I saw a woman, her pale skin against mine, my hands pinning hers to the bed. Soft moans escaped her lips, and she said my name. I froze. That voice. I recognized it.
Lyra.
No… it could not be. That wasn’t real. It had to be a fever dream, or maybe I was hallucinating. Yes, that was it.
I let out a humorless chuckle. “Well, if that was a dream,” I muttered to no one but myself, “guess it broke my fever, because I feel… fine.” I flexed my
