CHAPTER THIRTEEN: RISHA
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asping loudly,
I jolted into a sitting position with my heart in my throat and trembling legs. A wave of nausea slammed into my gut, and I clamped my palms over my mouth even as the attack ebbed away just as quickly. Against my side William groaned, his hand searching up my back under my pajamas while I tried to get control of myself.
“What- what? Baby girl, what’s wrong?” Husky and hoarse from sleep, his questions sent my mind whirling. My spotted gaze landed on my T-Rex stuffed toy, and I gulped down harshly before glancing down at him. We were in my bed, at my house, and against my pale bed sheets his entire body was outlined in silver that poured through the window.
“I- I had a dream that a T-Rex tried to eat me… I’m going to get some water. I’ll be right
