NOVARIA'S POV
"Did you sleep well, princess?" Sylvester murmured against my hair as he carried me downstairs.
"Mhm," I nodded lazily, my cheek pressed against his shoulder. "I dreamed about you,"
A dramatic gasp escaped him.
"About me?"
His hand continued gliding through my hair as he descended the staircase.
"Yes," I yawned softly. "You, Chris, Collins, Kelvin, and I were all outside playing together,"
A smile tugged at my lips.
"Funny, right?"
What I didn't tell him was that the dream hadn't been funny at all. In reality, we'd been caught in the middle of a gunfight.
People were screaming.
Bullets were flying.
And in the dream, Sylvester had pushed me behind him to protect me. Then he'd been shot.
The image had felt so real that I'd woken up with my heart pounding. I didn't
