Twenty

Xander felt taken aback as the arms of Lena came around him, his body suddenly still at the soft impact of her body on him.

He noticed she was physically stressed out, the tears were enough indication but then soggy sweat made her nightshirt cling to her body showing it was slightly more serious than he supposed. Her body tremors reduced slightly, his arms went around her to draw her closer to him in an attempt to calm her down.

His left hand soothingly caressed her hair, “Hey, it's fine. I am here,” he whispers.

“Her eyes…” she whispered against his chest, raiding her head to meet his eyes, her hazel eyes were a bit dilated from fear.

It was obvious she had a terrible nightmare.

“Her eyes?“ He asks, desperate to know what happened.

She withdrew from him, settling on the couch closest to her, the rays of the moon falling to her ethereal face, her complexion as pale as the milky colour of the bright moon.

Her legs subconsciously went up to her chest, and her arms wrapped around her k