Chapter Thirty - Nine

Guarded:

Dante walked sleepy and sluggish down the hall. The thoughts of war in his mind. He had been there before. He wouldn't have second guessed it and he didnt this time. He just wanted to know when they were going to be able to not be constantly defending themselves. He paused at his door. Sarah. She was hurt from being in wolfsbane cuffs but she didn't act like anything happened. He felt a flicker of anger. Some horrible things had happened to her. He took a deep breath trying to push those thoughts away as he walked into their room. Sarah was curled up in his bed sleeping. The blanket wrapped around her midsection, her leg draped over it showing her bottom off just slightly. He smiled softly and walked over to the bed. He pulled his shirt up over his head and then unbuttoned his jeans, letting them slide off of him. Stepping out of them he went to get into the bed, that's when he noticed. Sarah's breathing had increased, she was flinching and whimpering in her sleep.

“No!