Julia’s softness and her warmth was pressed against him, and she was breathing so peacefully. His brother was camped out in Dawn’s bedroom, and the girls were sharing a bed in Trinity’s, which was probably why Trinity had had no nightmares. Not that night, anyway. For Logan, it had been weeks since he’d woken up in a cold sweat. If there was one thing about Julia, it was that she probably understood, better than anyone, the nightmares that lingered and could come out of nowhere. He also knew she was scared of what could happen, but she trusted him enough that she was willing to take a chance. When she started to stir against him, he braced his elbow and rested his head on his hand, watching her and waiting for her to open her eyes. Ever so slowly, she blinked those amazing, green catlike eyes, free of all the stress she’d been carrying over the past few days. Then she blinked again, and he watched as the awareness of what she had to face, and all her problems, one by one, came back to her.
