Chapter 17
The usual ending of the usual dream wakes me up with the usual jolt.
I was hoping that once I knew the reasons behind it, it would go away. Not a chance.
Rafe is next to me, asleep and still glowing. The glow forms a halo around his head, so I can totally see where the paintings of angels with a halo around their heads come from.
He has taken his weapons, belts and ‘plastic’ armour off for the night and it’s now just a pile next to him. But he’s still fully dressed, even his black combat boots are still on. His brown hair is dishevelled and his relaxed, sleeping face looks younger and softer – not coinciding with his “assassin on a mission” get-up. The red marks on his face that I gave him look less angry than yesterday and that makes me feel a bit better.
His hair is falle
