Sadly. Artie was already jolted awake as if the dream was an old reel with a broken film in it. Everything was black again, and she started becoming aware of her surroundings. Not only did she wake up on Larkin's bed again, but also to his casual groping of her chest. The dark-haired angel took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She tried to etch the young face of the archduke in her memory.
"Artie, is it a nightmare?"
Larkin's voice came from behind her, and Artie only turned enough to see his handsome face. His eyes were still closed, but his brows were frowning. It was as if he was annoyed by Artie's untimely awakening again. The angel only chuckled before slowly rolling to cuddle with him. He then asked again, "Is it a nightmare?"
