CYRAN KAELROS POV

Someone was touching my hair.

I kept my eyes closed, savoring the feelings because, for all I knew, it was just a figment of my imagination.

But it felt so real.

The knot in my chest tightened at every stroke, the feel of their fingers gliding through my hair and pulling softly at intervals easing the tension out of my rigid body.

I never wanted it to stop.

"Cyran."

I flinched, jerking awake. Then I looked up, my heart nearly beating out of my chest as they collided ...