4
When I become aware again, I’m still yelling my lungs out. It takes me a moment to realize I’ve returned to my honeymoon bedroom. Lincoln’s beside me. I’m lying on my back. While resting his weight on his left elbow, Lincoln gently shakes my shoulder with his right hand.
“Myla, wake up,” he says softly.
I pant in a few rough breaths, but I do stop screaming. “What happened?” I ask.
“You’re having another bad dream.”
I sit upright and check my clothes. Yup, I’m still in my robe from last night. I scan Lincoln carefully. All the bloody scratches are gone, and he’s wearing blue silk pajamas. I cup his face in my hands. “Are you all right?”
“Of course, I’m fine. The bigger question is…are you feeling okay? You’ve been nothing but trouble these past few weeks.” He winks. “Not that I’m c
