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Something was rubbing her arm. Her sleep was so good that she didn’t want to wake from it. Zara had been dreaming that Raven would come to her, that he would protect her. But that wasn’t why she was so determined to remain in slumber. The dream took her back to their kiss. In her dream, instead of running away from her, he’d stayed and touched her, kissed her, taken her to her room, and proved his skills extended beyond combat.
“Raven,” she breathed out as she let her eyes open to slits. “Raven?”
A hand on her arm made her reach out. When her fingers curled around the thickness of his upper arm, his identity became clear. The force of memory made her eyes and mouth open in a snap.
Pouncing up into a seated position, she dug her fingers deep into him and snatched his other
