Declan's POV
I jolted awake, my heart pounding and sweat drenching my skin. The familiar terror gripped me, remnants of the nightmare still clinging to my consciousness. I didn’t want to get used to this place. I needed to be home, where I was needed. Yet, for four days now, I’ve had a recurring nightmare. I felt Elena's arms wrap around me.
"Shh, it's okay," she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. "It was just a nightmare, Declan. You're safe."
I turned to face her, drinking in the sight of her concerned eyes in the dim light. She cupped my face, her touch instantly soothing.
"Was it the same one?" Elena asked softly, knowing the answer before I could speak.
I nodded, unable to find my voice just yet. She leaned in, pressing her lips to mine in a gentle kiss. The lingering
