Chapter Thirteen
Logan didn’t know how long he had lain awake, watching the sun rise. Julia’s softness and her warmth was pressed against him, and she was breathing so peacefully. His brother was camped out in Dawn’s bedroom, and the girls were sharing a bed in Trinity’s, which was probably why Trinity had had no nightmares. Not that night, anyway. For Logan, it had been weeks since he’d woken up in a cold sweat.
If there was one thing about Julia, it was that she probably understood, better than anyone, the nightmares that lingered and could come out of nowhere. He also knew she was scared of what could happen, but she trusted him enough that she was willing to take a chance.
When she started to stir against him, he braced his elbow and rested his head on his hand, watching her and wai
