Chapter 43
Sabine
I wake up with a start,my skin hot, my breath short.
A bad dream?
No.
Him.
I lift my head off the pillow and see Astor sitting in the armchair, hidden by shadows. Both arms rest on the armrests, both feet flat on the floor. He’s still wearing the same suit from dinner.
I look at the clock—3:11 a.m.
“What are you doing,” I whisper, unsure if I am dreaming.
“Watching you sleep.”
We stare at each other for a long moment.
Am I dreaming?
“Come here,” I say, a throb beginning to pulse between my legs.
“No.”
“I’m safe, Astor. You won’t lose me like the others. Come here.”
“Not tonight.”
“Why?”
“Go back to sleep, Sabine.”
I lay my head down, close my eyes, and fall back into a dreamless sleep.