Heart thumping in her chest, Ava's eyes opened, the memories of her nightmare still echoing through her head. In her nightmare, their attackers surrounded them, outnumbering them and overwhelming them with their sheer might.
Breathing hard, Ava sat up, her gaze flitting about the poorly lighted space as she tried to get rid of the residual terror.
"Ethan," she said in a shaky, urgent whisper. "Awake up. Talking is what we need."
Next to her, Ethan shook, his eyes flickering open as he recognized her fear. Sleep-filled, he asked, "What's wrong?"
As Ava related her nightmare—her imagination still vivid with the image of their adversaries closing in on them—her hands shook. Speaking almost above a whisper, she added, "I saw them." "Around us, prepared to blow."
When Ethan heard her story
