I woke up yelling, panic rising in my chest. Hands held me firmly, grounding me, and I knew before I even gave it thought who it was.
Christian.
He was always there. Whenever the nightmares came, I woke up to him by my side. Protecting me, even from myself.
I didn't have time to wonder or ask why he was here before the words slipped out of my mouth.
"What happened to Gabriel?"
My subconscious had dragged him out of the shadows again. I had asked this question before, and christian had brushed it off like it was nothing.
I'd grown to hate Gabriel after what he did to me, so I never pushed for an answer. It hadn't matter to me that he was in jail.
Until now.
Because now, I wasn't so sure.
I'd seen it.
In my dream, I saw Christian shoot him. I saw blood pooling on the floor, seeping to my feet, as if surrounding me. I saw Gabriel's body lifeless, sprawled on the cold ground, with plastic debris scattered everywhere.
And I'd been afraid.
