Leah
I imagined my hands wrapped around his throat, pressing hard until I had snuffed the f*****g life out of him.
Then again, he would wake before I even got a full grip. Maybe I should just stab him again.
He groaned in his sleep, strained, like something was haunting him. It's probably a nightmare again.
That's a sight I saw almost every night since after Liam's visit.
He turned on the bed, facing me, his brows furrowed, and his jaw clenched tight.
So, monsters have nightmares, too?
He shifted closer, trying to snuggle into me, seeking escape from whatever torment chased him.
I was the last person he should cling to. I would pay whatever was after him good money to catch him and make sure he never woke up again.
His arm slid around my waist, pulling me in, and I yanked it off,
