A few hours later, Sully jolted awake and automatically reached for the gun on the bedside table. He was on his feet and running for the door before he was fully aware of what had woken him up. When he realized that it was Cordelia and she was screaming, he damn near ripped her bedroom door off its hinges getting to her.
“Cordelia!”
She was in bed, fast asleep. Twisting and turning, her arms flailing as she fought someone in her dreams. Sully set the gun on the dresser next to the door, and then hurried over to the bed. He sat down next to her, and carefully reached for her shoulder.
“Cordelia?”
She moaned and slapped at his hand, panicked. “No!”
“Baby, wake up… Cordelia.”
“Don’t! Don’t take him!”
Sully grasped her wrists in one large hand and with the other, he touched her face. “W
