The same dream from her past life jolted Anna awake. Her breath hitched, chest rising and falling in uneven waves. But this time—unlike every other time she had relived that nightmare—she wasn't alone.
She was wrapped securely in Daniel's arms.
It had been years since she last dreamt of her death, yet the chill that followed her into consciousness felt just as sharp, just as real. A cold shiver traveled down her spine.
"What's wrong?" Daniel's deep voice brushed the back of her neck, startling her. She blinked and slowly turned to face him, realizing he was very much awake.
"How long were you watching over me?" she whispered, confused by how alert he looked.
The last thing she remembered was being in the car. Sleep had claimed her so quickly she didn't even realize when Daniel carried her inside or laid her in bed. And judging by their clothes, neither of them had bothered—or had the heart—to change.
"For a while," he murmured, gently brushing a strand of hair from her cheek.
