An urgent hand on my arm. “Angela. Angela!” Connor’s voice.
I blinked, taking in the blackness of the space around me, my eyes gradually adjusting to see the faint glow of moonlight coming in from the window across the room. “Wha?” I said groggily.
“You were breathing really hard, gasping, almost like something was choking you.” He was turned toward me, leaning on one elbow as he watched me with worried eyes. “Bad dream?”
“Sort of,” I replied. My face felt oddly chilled, so I reached up to touch my cheek, only to find both it and my mouth wet, as if someone had splashed water on me. What the…? I wiped the moisture away, telling myself it could’ve been saliva. But I’d never been much of a drooler, and my skin was wet enough that it would’ve required a Great Dane to create that much slobb
