Camilla’s POV
My heart stumbled at the mention of the dream again. It still didn’t make sense how a deep part of me felt like it wasn’t a dream at all, but a memory.
Maybe I was overthinking. Maybe it only felt that way because of how real and terrifying it had been.
"I still have my hands working fine. I can bathe myself," I told Malakai, giving him a look to release the door as I tried to close it. Just the thought of him bathing me was already too much for my body. How would I survive the real thing without crossing lines I wasn’t sure I was ready for?
Instead of letting go, his other hand caught my left one.
"Hey. I know I messed up. Just tell me what I can do to fix this," he said, his gaze pleading.
My eyes dropped to our connected hands before lifting back to his face, my puls
