Martin had gotten back to his room after getting rid of Gregory and just watched his mate sleep peacefully, surrounded by the warmth of the bedsheets. Totally unaware of the problems that were brewing in the air.
A soft murmur carried in the air from the bed. Without giving it a second thought, Martin quickly moved closer. He was both curious and concerned. He had to make sure she was okay. The memory of her waking from a nightmare still ate at him, knowing he had been the cause.
He leaned in close, careful not to wake her, but she didn’t repeat or say more. She didn’t look troubled, either. He sighed quietly, his breath fanning her cheek. He hoped whatever she was dreaming about was peaceful and sweet.
Carefully, he stepped away from the bed and went to stand by the window. He set his
