Dmitri is panting with effort; his hands gripping the sheets so tightly that his knuckles have turned white. Sweat glistens his forehead and he keeps moving his head side to side; grunting in his sleep, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes sealed shut. The muscles in his jaw have bunched up, and all of his body seems tensed; charged with energy.
He must be having a nightmare.
I move closer, wondering what sort of terrible dreams plague the world behind his eyelids.
I touch his arm and he flinches in his sleep; straining against invisible restraints and grinding his jaws so hard I feared they would snap.
“Dmitri…” I call softly, inching closer and running my fingers through his hair; pushing back the dark locks that were sticking to his forehead. “Dmitri.” I call again, louder and more force
