Nicol started awake, his eyes snapping open to the darkened bedroom. The clock on the bedside table read 2:17 am, and a cold sweat coated his skin. He'd fallen deeply asleep, something he rarely allowed himself to do, lulled by Alessia's even breathing alongside him.But the dream, the nightmare, was too fresh in his mind. He'd seen her again, seen Dmitri's men drag her away, her screams echoing in his ears. He'd chased them, his legs carrying him endlessly, but they'd disappeared into the night, leaving him alone.He rolled onto his back, his chest heaving, and glanced at Alessia. She slept soundly, her face relaxed, a small smile playing on her lips. He stroked her hair, his touch gentle, and a sense of peace settled over him. She was safe, here with him.The nightmare's grip loosened, and he closed his eyes, a silent prayer of thanksgiving on his lips as he kissed his small St. Nicolas medal around his neck. He might have lost her briefly to his brother but never again. He'd moved
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