Page 19 of Heir of Broken Souls

As the silence grows, so does a single word in my mind.

“Are we sure it wasn’t a memory?”

Knox’s palm draws lazy circles along my skin, his touch a soothing balm.

“I don’t see how it could be. If anything, this might feel different because it isn’t exactly a vision but perhaps…a meeting.”

“A meeting?” I frown.

“In your dream space.”

Pulling back my head I peer up at my mate. “Are you saying that the seven archangels to be presumed dead…visited me in my dreams?”

“At this point, I think anything is possible.”

A weighted pause falls across the room.

Turning in his arms, Knox’s touch leaves goosebumps along my skin through the thin material of my silk robe. “Where were you before I woke?” I ask, changing the subject to try and catch him off guard.

Knox plops his chin on top my head. “Nowhere important.”

“Don’t play coy with me,” I say sternly, detecting his lie.

His body freezes for a moment before he expels a large breath. “I was in my study looking over the plans again,” he answers quietly.

“Why not wake me? I would have gone over them with you.”

That also doesn’t explain the frozen tips of his fingers. I lock my gaze on his as his cheeks flush, tinting a shade of pink I so rarely see.

“Knox?” I urge, trying to coax the truth out of him.

He swallows thickly, rubbing the nape of his neck. “I knew you would want to join me if you woke and saw me. I need you to be fully rested for tomorrow—this morning,” he corrects.

Taking a deep pull of air, I count to ten.

One.

He means well.

Two.

He doesn’t mean to be overbearing.

Three.

It’s the fear driving his actions.

Four.

I need to allow him time to grieve before he can settle down.

Five.

He doesn’t want to lose me.

Six.

“Is the counting working?” he asks. I hold up my finger.