She sat panting, her entire body shaking with terror as she looked around. Daisy was on the sofa, the children were on their bed, and her men were sleeping around her. Kris touched her arm and sat up beside her. “Had a bad dream?” “I don’t think it was a dream.” She was on the verge of hyperventilating again and needed to calm her breathing. She inhaled a deep breath, forcing herself to keep it in her lungs for a few moments before slowly blowing it back out. “Somehow, my mind captured the entire fight from beginning to end. I was floating at the top of the tunnel, watching everything.” She turned and stroked his cheek. “I’m so sorry.” Tears of guilt and remorse flowed down her cheeks and she was unable to hold them back. Kris had lost his eye because of her stupid, inconsiderate words. She couldn’t blame him for being angry. Kris had every right to be furious with her. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly.
