After a few more minutes of listening to the steady, reassuring rhythm of his heart, the trembling in my limbs finally began to subside. The phantom cold of the silver blade was replaced by the radiating heat of his skin. I pulled back just enough to look up at him, my eyes meeting his dark, intense gaze in the dim light of the bedroom.
"He's getting closer," I whispered, the weight of the shadow’s distorted voice still heavy on my chest. "Every time I dream, he gets closer. And tonight... tonight he went after you."
Demetrius's jaw tightened, the muscles in his chest flexing as he looked down at me. He didn't let a single flicker of fear touch his expression. Instead, his arms tightened around me, pulling me flat against him with an unyielding, protective force that felt like a fortress
