She frowned. That didn’t make sense. She was in Cheyenne.
But he was there…standing in the middle of the flames, not moving.
“Becket! Get out!”
But even as she cried the words, she knew there was nowhere for him to go. Flames surrounded him. He was stuck. Stuck in her house in the middle of a blazing fire.
“Becket—”
“You did this.” He didn’t yell, but somehow his words carried over the flames, punching right into her. “You knew you weren’t safe to be around, yet you allowed me to stay. You killed me. Just like you killed Charlie.”
She stumbled back, only to gasp when she realized her arms were empty.
“Charlie?”
“He’s gone,” Becket said.
Her head shot up.
Becket lifted a shoulder. “You let us get close. You killed us.”
She turned, searching. “Charlie? Where are you?”
“Sky? Can you hear me?”
“Where is he?”
“Sky…”
The next time she looked up, Becket was gone.
She screamed.
* * *
A loud whimperpierced the air, and Becket’s eyes shot open. Beside him, Sky’s head thrashed from side to side, her chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths, but her eyes were closed.
She was having a bad dream. He’d seen lots of nightmares before. Some guys in the military had suffered from pretty bad ones and this looked identical.
“Sky?”
Nothing. Her head continued to toss and her breathing grew more erratic by the second.
He pushed up into a sitting position. “Sky…can you hear me?”
Fear cut across her features and she frowned in her sleep.
“Sky.” He called her name with a bit more force.
If possible, her chest heaved faster—and she screamed.
Fuck.
He gripped her arms and gently shook her. “Wake up, Peaches.Now.”
Her eyes popped open, and the mix of panic and terror and just sheer fucking darkness on her face gutted him.
“Becket?” Her voice was a pained whisper.
