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Blake’s POV

10 minutes before Hope screams in her sleep.

I look down at sleeping beauty in my arms. Her eyelids flutter and she mumbles something in her sleep. But it is no fairy tale dream she is having. Her brows furrow and I frown, resting myself on my elbow and leaning nearer to study her face.

Beads of sweat have formed on her forehead and her breathing is fast starting to become laboured. I can smell her fear. She is having a nightmare.

I am about to call out her name when suddenly, I smell another scent. Fear.

But it is not from Hope. It is from Barry. Or Harry, or Larry, whatever his name is. We have intruders.

I contemplate waking Hope up but Barry’s fear stifles the air, so much so that it is suffocating. Gently, I slide my arm out from under Hope’s petite frame and spring to my feet. A quick glance tells me that the brows on her forehead are no longer creased. Maybe the nightmare has passed.

I sprint back towards the mouth of the cave. Because of my heightened senses, I est