(Damon)
I woke up drenched in sweat. My heart was pounding like a war drum. Gunshots echoed in my ears, but there was no smoke, no blood just the scream of Elara as she collapsed in my arms, that stupid necklace clutched in her fist.
I had dreamt. Again.
The same dream had been occurring since the night of Elara’s birthday dinner. I kept reliving the events of that night in my dream, only this time she was shot dead.
I shoved the duvet off my body and sat at the edge of the bed, breathing hard, elbows on my knees. This wasn’t going well . I was coming undone at the thought of any harm coming to Elara and now, it was appearing in my sleep.
The guest room was cold, and I had not bothered to change out of yesterday’s shirt after talking with Johnathan. My phone vibrated on the nightstand
