He ran his hands through her hair, bent his head down to her neck. She cried out, yearning for the pain. She yelled his name over and over again. “Candy!” Felicia shook her so violently her teeth rattled. Candy opened her eyes and gaped at her, unsure what was going on. “You were dreaming,” Felicia said. It was morning, or more than likely closer to noon. Rubbing her face, Candy rolled over to sit on the side of the bed. A small smile tugged the corners of her mouth; she dreamed about Blake and not Rupert. He freed her. With the way Felicia was looking at her, Candy realized she must have been talking—or worse—in her sleep. Her face burned. “I’m going to take a shower,” she said, hurrying out of the room. Candy quickly washed and then let the hot water run over her body. The dream had been vague, unlike the vividness of the dream with Rupert. She had been with Blake, though she didn’t know where. He made promises and he made her feel safe. In the dream she wanted to be with him.
