Page 51 of Trigger


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A delirious gurgle strangled my throat, the noise humiliating. I shook my head and answered breathlessly, “Other than you? No.”

Finn turned and leaned outside my door, barking, “Get back to your rooms now.”

Doors clicked shut all along the hall.

My cheeks instantly flushed with uncomfortable heat. I pulled the blanket back up to my chest, fidgeting with it. “Was I that loud?”

Godric tucked a stray strand of my hair behind my ear, his brutal golden eyes softening. “You were screaming.”

Finn grunted.

I groaned and dropped my head.

Godric probed, “It was just a dream? No one tried to harm you here?”

“Just a dream,” I mumbled. I kept my head down and rubbed at my forehead again. “A bad fucking dream.”

He hummed on a quiet purr. “Do you want me to crawl in bed with you?”

Finn grumbled in amusement, “I’m out of here.”

He shut the door as he left.

I tilted my head back up and stared at him with exasperation. “You cannot be in my bed. You need to follow your friend right on out of here.”

His muscles clenched under his tan skin as he leaned toward me. He whispered, “Are you sure you want me to leave?”

No, I wanted him to stay and hold me tight.

“Yes, you need to.” I flicked a finger at the door, attempting to gain a little control of the situation. “No matter what, this wouldn’t look good if someone came through my door right now.”

Godric’s gaze ran over each of my features on my face, his eyes taking their time to evaluate me. “Do you want to talk about it?”

I shook my head. “It was just a fucking weird dream with black monsters. There wasn’t any hidden meaning in it.”

His head tilted. “Do you have many like that?”

I knew what he was asking.

“I don’t have night terrors.” There were plenty of individuals who did, though. The devastated world was too brutal in some areas, and it took a toll on people mentally. “But I have an occasional bad dream. That’s all it was.”

That appeased him.

Godric kissed my lips with a soft caress, and then he stood from my bed. He tucked his ‘weapon’ in the back of his pants at his waistline. “Try to get some rest. The instructors won’t be up for a few more hours. We were up late until the last test was done.”

I nodded.

But I stopped him when he reached the door.

“Godric?”

“Hmm?” He glanced back.

I stated softly, “Thank you.”

His lips curved and his eyes sparkled. “My pleasure.”

He shut the door silently as he left.