An entire week passed without anything out of the ordinary happening and I almost didn’t know what to do with myself. For the first time in months, I was able to sleep through the night even though my nightmares had been replaced by dreams of Malachi’s face.
His stupid, beautiful face.
In my dreams, he still lurked in the corners, shrouded in darkness, but there was something less menacing about him. In my dreams, he came to me as I slept and stayed with me. Instead of bringing the nightmares that plagued me, he seemed to stand watch against the bad dreams, guarding me from them instead.
But, I knew that it was all in my imagination. There was nothing gentle or noble about Malachi. Aside from the fact that he lived in the f*****g shadows, he was not a good guy—or a guy at all. Whatever
