As the dream started to fade away, Rosalind realized that she was now inside her room, the nightmare was gone.
She woke up in a cold sweat, her heart still pounding against her chest. The memory of the voice lingered inside her head, reminding her of its words over and over and over again.
She got up and realized that Lucas was sleeping not far away from her. He was sitting on the chair by the windows, facing her. He looked exhausted.
Her movements seemed to awaken him as he stirred awake and rushed to her side.
Without saying another word, he touched her forehead.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
A rush of emotion filled her chest as she stared at him. The warmth of his touch on her forehead reminded her that she was now back, she was already out of that dungeon. She swallowed as she gazed into his perfect blue eyes.
For some reason, a sudden longing filled her heart. No. It was not a simple longing. It was… hunger. A deep hunger for his touch.
