Esme sat up on the bed, her breathing uneven. She was drowning with her last shreds of consciousness slipping away. The same nightmare again.
She placed a palm on her chest, feeling her erratically racing heart. She gripped the sheets tightly in her hand.
Except for the glow of the fireplace, there was nothing she could see as the room was enshrouded in darkness. Her gaze frantically roamed around.
"Awake?" came a deep voice that had her attention within an instant.
Esme glanced at the man standing near the door with his back leaning against the wall. Without having any second thought, she quickly jumped off the bed and ran towards him, her footsteps coming to a halt only when she was one step away from him. She gazed around the empty room once again before extending her hand towards him, her hesitant finger grazed past his wrist.
Aleister quietly glanced at her, letting her do whatever she wanted without any interruption from his side.
