Chapter 38
Despite the delightful sensations of luxurious flannel sheets, a warm fire, and the man in bed with her, Cian was terrified the last ten hours were all a dream.
So many times, too many for a sane woman to count, she’d been certain she was back in the world. Talking with Branwen had seemed too clear and real to be yet another nightmare, and s*x with Branwen’s husband certainly had.
Cian was still afraid if she opened her eyes to see nothing had changed, now or in a few hours, that she remained trapped in formless gray torment, she would finally lose her grasp on her own mind.
The room itself, gradually coming to life as the pale winter sun rose, pushed her fear of yet another heartbreaking dream deeper. She recognized the high, oak headboard, the overstuffed chairs, and the f
