I walked over to the bar, poured myself a whiskey glass, then walked over and sat in the chair opposite Cain.
Cain stared at me intently for a moment. “Why are you awake?” He asked.
I took a soothing sip of my drink. “Nightmare.” I shrugged, not wanting to relive the daunting dream.
He c****d his head. “Do you have them often?”
“Sometimes, but these nightmares have been different,” I said truthfully.
His brows scrunched together. “What do you mean different?”
“It’s been the same one, pretty much, and they just seem so……real.” I stared into my glass, watching the liquid slosh around as I reminisced about the dream.
Cain raised a brow. “What do you mean by real?”
I closed my eyes. “Can we please talk about something else? I’m trying to forget the nightmare, not relive it.”
He straig
