Chapter 7
Riadh jerked awake. Where was he? Was Archi…He managed to ratchet down the panic in his head as he realized he was in bed and the weight across his chest was Dale’s arm.
“S’kay,” Dale mumbled and rubbed a hand along Riadh’s side.
Breathe. Just breathe. He was in a bedroom in Summer’s house, and Dale was beside him and Archimedes was dead. That didn’t stop a shudder from running through him, even just the memory of what had been done to him was difficult to deal with.
Dale pulled him closer, up on his side. “Nightmare?”
“Sort of.” Where did the line fall between dream and memory?
“It’s over. You’re here with me and the S.O.B can’t ever get to you again.” Dale threaded his fingers through Riadh’s hair and brushed his thumb along Riadh’s cheekbone. He kissed Riadh.
The soft,
