Apollyon awoke with a gasp.
His forehead beaded with sweat as his black tresses stuck to his skin. His eyes wide with panic and fear, glistening with tears. His hands shaking as they had bunched the covers beneath in a vice like grip. Releasing a shaky breath, he sat up straight, pressing the heels of his palm to his eyes, trying to calm himself and get rid of the image burned on the inside of his eyes.
Looking over his shoulder, he saw Eleanora curled up on the spot beside where he had laid, sleeping soundly with the covers tangled around her, her white hair spread out behind her as the shoulder of her shirt was falling off. Sinking his teeth into his bottom lip, he reached out to brush a strand of her hair away from her face, but instantly retreated it back to his side. Untangling the
