Chapter 13
Only to wake every single time somewhere in his apartment, a thin coating of sweat on his skin, gasping for air as if…He did it now, swinging his legs over the side of the couch and resting his elbows on his thighs. Keston hung his head, screwing his eyes shut, instantly greeted with the image of that head and those yellow eyes moving toward him. A shiver passed over and through him, prompting him to run his hands over his upper arms. Had his mind fractured when he gave up, was this how it chose to deal with the trauma, by creating nonsense?
And yet…
Keston let out a shuddering breath, slumping back against the couch, his hands between his thighs. Now. Focus on the now. Forget the cabin. Forget what happened. Focus on here and now. When he’d sat down the sun had been shining
