I jolt awake in panic. Everything that has happened over the last couple of days, haunting me like a scary movie.
I'm scared to open my eyes, to find that all of it had been a dream and I am still in that cell with Lana and Nora. That Ezra's torment is just beginning and the fear that he has more in store sends a chill to my spine and a whimper to my lips.
Fingers begin to lightly trace over my face, leaving a trail of sparks in their wake. My heart flutters as the fingers, turn into a palm, pressed gently against my cheek. I know that I have bruises and I know the touch should hurt, but it doesn't.
It's comforting, warm and gentle, like he thinks I am glass that will shatter if he applies too much pressure.
"I love you too." He says softly, fingers raking through my hair.
A soft smil
