Chapter 17
Branwen woke feeling warm and safe for the first time in weeks, John curled around her, breathing softly against her neck. His warmth, the solid feel of his body against hers, was wonderful.
Even their sleeping habits had grown more distant lately. She’d missed him.
She turned toward him, moving one hand along his hair and neck. She felt rough, hot lines under her palm. She was confused for just a moment, then her peaceful feelings shattered when she remembered they were scratches.
She’d made those scratches when she’d attacked him. Her breath caught.
Trying to scratch his face, kicking him, pulling his hair. Was that true?
Surely she’d dreamed that: a nightmare to rival one of John’s.
Her fingernails felt tender though, and her hands were sore. She couldn’t remember what
