POV: Clara

Sleep came over Clara like quicksand. It was thick and heavy, and for the first time in a long time she didn’t dream of fire or Rob’s shouts.

She dreamed of him.

Daniel’s weight crushed her down into a bed that wasn’t her own, the heat of his body pressed flush to hers. His scent was in her nostrils, thick and heady: pine, musk, smoke and man. She could feel the scrape of stubble on her throat, the pinch of his hands bruising her wrists above her head, ...