Michael panicked.
He tried to grab my hands. I flinched like he was about to hit me. He froze, pulled back immediately, palms up, showing me he wasn’t going to hurt me.
It took but a second.
The room tilted. A wave of dizziness hit and I collapsed.
Michael scrambled onto the bed, lifted my head into his lap and kept calling my name, trying to pull me back to him.
I woke again.
His face was right above me—those beautiful green eyes full of raw fear. I reached up and brushed his hair with my fingers.
Michael exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for an hour and pulled me into his chest.
“What happened, Michael?” I whispered.
“You scared me to death,” he said. “I’ve never seen anyone have this kind of nightmare. You didn’t know who I was.”
His words cut deeper than anything in t
