He jolted up, hands searching wildly in the dark until he found me. His chest heaved, his grip crushing me against him. "Don't go. Please… don't leave me."
I froze in his arms. "What's wrong with you?"
His eyes were red, his breath still uneven. "I dreamt you walked away from me. It was hell, Arianna. I woke up and you were here. Thank God you're here."
I looked down, words heavy on my tongue. I wanted to tell him the dream would come true soon. But I stayed quiet. My thumb found the inside of my left wrist and traced the skin there, slow, deliberate, while he held me in the dark and didn't notice.
Maybe that nightmare shook him, because the next morning, he didn't let me out of his sight. He insisted on driving me himself, the armored sedan pulling out of the compound gates with a trail car following, like he was afraid I'd disappear the moment he blinked.