Leah

I imagined my hands wrapped around his throat, pressing hard until I had snuffed the fucking life out of him. But then again, he would wake before I even got a full grip.

Maybe I should just stab him again.

He groaned in his sleep. Strained. Like something was haunting him. A nightmare.

It was a sight I saw almost every night since after Liam's visit.

He turned on the bed, facing me. His brows furrowed. Jaw clenched tight.

So, monsters have nightmares too.

He shifted closer, trying ...