When she tried to move her arm, she felt some pressure on it. Looking down to her side, she was shocked to see someone lying down on her arm. Sierra was instantly on alert.
She recognized the sleeping form anywhere, though she had never seen it before. She thought she was dreaming.
"Alistair?" She croaked out his name.
Her familiar voice immediately woke Alistair up. He thought he was dreaming too, as he looked up to see Sierra looking straight back at her.
"Sweetling?" He whispered sleepily.
"My love, you have to believe me…" Sierra winced as she shifted her body while still continuing to apologize, "I didn't order them to kill you. I don't even know who they are. You have to believe me, I…"
Alistair reached over and embraced Sierra in a tight warm hug. She was too stunned to speak. Sierra felt tears welling up in her eyes. For the first time in a long time, she wanted to cry.
