~ ROSELLE ~
I wake from the nightmare with a gasp, my heart pounding so hard it hurts. My hands claw at the sheets, searching for the cold stone floor of the cell, but it isn't there.
I'm in bed, in Ronan's room.
I inhale slowly, then exhale, forcing myself to breathe as my eyes adjust to the dim morning light. Ronan is still fast asleep beside me, one arm draped across my waist, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
It was a dream. Just a dream.
I let out a shaky breath, but my body won't stop trembling. Knowing it wasn't real doesn't make the fear go away. If anything, it makes it worse.
Because in a few hours, we're leaving for Westbrook.
And Inasmuch as Ronan has promised he won't send me back, I can still feel Warren's fingers twisting into my hair and hear the cell
