Chapter 109

Igasped and shot up. The room was pitch black, and my heart pounded fiercely in my chest.

“Hey, you okay?” Cillian asked as he shot up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Relief came over me when I realized I wasn’t dreaming anymore. I was safe and all was well.

“Yeah,” I said. “Just a strange dream.”

“Come here,” Cillian said as he lay back down. “Come sleep on me. I promise I’ll protect you from those bad dreams.”

A smile drifted over my lips as I scooted down into the nook of his arm. He was so warm and comforting, it amazed me that he could banish the bad thoughts in my mind so easily.

“What did you dream about? Or do you not want to tell me?” Cillian asked as he played with the tips of my hair.

“It was weird. I was back at the sacred oak tree, and it looked sick, like it was dying.”

“That’s not a good sign,” Cillian whispered.

“But then the red fog came through and I was rescued by Preacher in a chopper.”

“What, I don’t get a cameo in your dreams?” Cillian teased as he h