Dale frowned when she panted loudly in her sleep. She was having another nightmare, but this seems to be more serious - she was suffocating.
It seems whatever Sanaiah had done to her the day before, had waned out, and the nightmare had returned, but this time it was worse than before. He felt his heart clench at the paleness of her face as she slept. Cold sweat broke out all over her face and body. His hand clenched in anger. He'd rip the heart of that witch when he finds her, he swears on it.
He moved closer to her and tapped her cheeks.
"Love, wake up." He beckoned onto her.
"Love, please wake up." He called, but she was unresponsive as she carried on struggling to breathe. His brows creased as panic suddenly washed over his face. He sat upright and held her shoulders.
