Meanwhile, Daniel abruptly jolted awake, chest heaving, the remnants of the same nightmare clawing at his mind. He dragged in a shaky breath, blinking through the fog of sleep—and then his eyes softened.
Someone was next to him.
Anna.
She had fallen asleep with her head resting on the edge of the bed, her hand tightly wrapped around his. Her lower body was still perched awkwardly on the chair beside him.
"Wasn't she supposed to sleep next to me?" he muttered, remembering how he had pulled her into his arms before sleep dragged him under. But now… seeing her curled uncomfortably, chin resting on their intertwined hands—
Daniel pushed himself up.
Big mistake.
"Huh?" Anna stirred instantly, blinking her sleepy eyes open. She wiped a small droplet of drool at the corner of her lips and sat straighter. "When did you wake up? How are you feeling now?"
Her voice carried that soft, hushed concern she always tried to hide.
