Chapter 49 A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes

• Our conversation ran through my head again and again that night as I lay in bed, trying to relax enough to fall asleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about the Lunas and their mysterious deaths—or how fiercely Andrew wanted to protect me. As irritating as the guard had been, I found Andrew’s insistence oddly endearing.
• As I started to lose my battle against my drowsiness, my mind started to drift to that day in the cabin and how safe I had felt in his arms. I cursed myself for not taking my second chance at Eliza’s house, even with the possible repercussions.
• When I finally fell asleep, I dreamt of Andrew in my bed.