Trisha POV
I don’t remember falling asleep. I remember trying to get a drink of water before retiring to my bed. But now, I was in a nightmare again. Another memory, but one when I was younger. Maybe 6 or 7. My father towered above me, scolding me for not doing the chore perfectly. For missing a single scuff on the kitchen tile. His fist raised to strike me, just as it had so many times before.
I shut my eyes and braced myself for impact…but it never came. When I opened my eyes, my father still stood above me, but his furious gaze was boring into someone else. That someone else was curled around me, protecting my tiny body with his own. “Gavin…?” My tiny voice squeaked. He smiled at me, that same, warm smile.
“Yes, my sweet?” I stared at him in awe. My small mind imagined him in regal
