Maggie gasped, fighting to free herself.
“Maggie.”
She kicked out, breaking free from her blanket.
“Ouch.” Alden jumped back, clutching his shin.
“Sorry.” Maggie tossed the blanket aside. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.” Alden limped to sit next to her. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine.” Maggie waved a hand in the air, resisting the urge to wipe the sweat from her forehead. “Just a little nightmare.”
“I heard.” Alden took her hand. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For whatever the universe won’t apologize for that gives you such awful dreams,” Alden said.
A fresh wave of thunder shook the windows.
“How long have I been sleeping?” Maggie asked.
“No idea, but it still seems to be the middle of the night.”
Nic whistled sleepily.
“She can make the night last as long as she wants.” Maggie blinked
