“Cla, what’s wrong, darling?” Zevko gently patted Clara’s cheek. His deep, raspy, just-awakened voice was soothing.Clara opened her eyes all the way. Her heart raced as she’d just finished a marathon. She sat up, letting the blanket fall, and looked closely at Zevko’s face. His hazel-grey eyes, which last night had glowed with a magical passion, had pulled her into a rush of emotion she couldn’t resist. Clara reached out and touched his strong jaw. Her fingers shook as she traced his lips and teeth.There were no fangs. No frightening eyes. Everything looked normal again. Clara took a deep breath, and her shoulders relaxed. ‘So it was just a dream,’ she thought, trying to steady herself.“What’s wrong, Cla? Nightmare?” Zevko asked again, concern shining in his eyes. Clara didn’t answer. She just rushed into Zevko’s embrace, burying her face in his warm chest.“Zev, I’m scared…” Clara whispered, her voice muffled against him.“Scared of what, love? I’m here. No one will dare touch you
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