ErinaIf this were a dream, I wouldn’t want it to end. In my dream, Eric was there, holding me, crying. His salty tears fell on my face, my dry lips. I touched his face, felt the roughness of his beard under my fingertips. I was crying too, but no sound came out. He cradled me against his chest and carried me out. I was vaguely aware of Hein being there before darkness took over.When I came to my senses, Eric was still there, watching me with tenderness. I was in his arms, cradled against his bare chest. It was no dream. He came to rescue me.“Drink. Slowly, slowly.” He held a glass to my parched lips. The water trickled down my burning throat. It was painful to swallow. I had screamed my voice raw, hoping someone would hear.“Eric…” I gasped. He was real. His scent, warm and spicy, surrounded me. “You came for me.” My voice was hardly a whisper. Speaking was torture.“Yes, my baby sis. I will always come for you.” He kissed my cheeks, stroked my matted hair.“Where?” My eyes scanned
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