Chapter Twelve
“Yeeeeeeeeeeawwwwww!”
A bloodcurdling scream rips the air. I awaken with Kovac’s arms around my shoulders, my face pressed to his chest. He smells of sweat and s*x, still.
“It’s okay, Shelly,” he says in a voice that comforts and controls me. I relax easily remembering where I am. It’s been several months since I had such a frightening flashback of that night on the train. After all this time, I know now—as soon as the dream departs and I’m in Kovac’s care—that everything is all right.
I think of him as my rescuing angel.
He came to me with surprising ease once I was ready to resume my life.
Initially, my reacquaintance with civilization was a disaster. I was staying with an old friend, who mothered me for two weeks as the government completed their interrogation. A
