Chapter 917 A Nightmare
- “No, you're not.” Shane held Connor's hand in his and spoke in his usual calm voice, betraying nothing. “But why are you calling at such a late hour? Is something up?”
- Natalie pulled the blankets to herself as she sat up and leaned against the headboard. Her forehead was covered with a sheen of sweat, and her face was rather pale as well. “I had a nightmare.”
- “A nightmare?” Shane narrowed his eyes.