NIRELLE

The feeling of a lingering hand underneath my dress jerks me awake, and I scramble, sitting in bed and looking around the room. I don't know why I was suddenly experiencing the nightmares again when I had thoughts that I was getting better.

"Are you okay?" Lucien's voice is sleepy, and I feel bad for waking him with my madness.

"Yeah," I try to speak as normally as possible, but I am sure that I sound like a suffocated chicken. I clear my throat, and I hear the lamp click before light ...