I wake up in the middle of the night to someone moaning in pain. Pulling away from Nickolas and turning, I find him dripping with sweat, a deep frown etched on his face. His fists are clenched, and he continues to groan as if in agonizing pain. Could it be a nightmare?

"I will kill you. I will fucking kill you," Nickolas shouts in his sleep, his voice laced with anger and desperation. Startled by the sudden outburst, I jump, my heart pounding in my chest. But as he continues to thrash and ...