Seth’s hand slides up my spine, grounding me.
“These aren’t merely nightmares anymore, Selene. Something’s wrong.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re not.” His fingers find the knot of tension at the base of my neck and start working it loose.
“You haven’t slept through the night in weeks.”
“I said, I’m fine.” My insistence comes out sharper than I mean it to.
He pulls back slightly, studying my face in the dim light. Those green eyes of his see too much.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
Everything!
“Nothing. Just bad dreams.”
“Selene—”
“Please.” I press my palm against his chest and feel his heartbeat, steady and strong beneath my hand.
“Can we not do this right now?”
His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t push it. Instead, he pulls me closer, tucking my head beneath his chin.
“There’s a festival i
