Chapter Fifty five

Irene walked to where I was lying and sat in front of me, on my legs. “I am not sleepy and I am afraid of closing my eyes" she said weakly, playing with her nails. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, pulling her closer. “What is it that you dream about?" I asked.

She hesitated till I pushed her to start talking. “I see you in my dreams Damien. You look scary and dangerous. Your hands were covered in blood and you had fangs" she explained, almost exaggerating. I hissed at her unrealistic dreams and tried to talk it out of her head. “Listen Irene, I don't have fangs" I said, opening my mouth wide for her to see.

“I am not a monster and I don't intend to become one. All these are imaginations from your head Irene. They are what you have been feeding your thoughts with'' I explained. Irene nodded and sighed. I understood she had a lot to say, but I wanted her more relaxed and I also needed to rest. " Come here baby, we will have a proper conversation at dawn ok? For now, Chole's d