Chapter 91

Leighton

“No! Get back from the wall!”

I’m having the weirdest dream. Holden is telling me to get back from some wall, and screaming at me to take cover. I feel a huge weight on top of me, strangling the breath out of my lungs. My eyes pop open and I realize quickly I’m not having the dream, Holden is.

It’s a nightmare. He’s on top of me, his hands on my head, protecting me from some unknown flying object he’s seeing in his dream. I try to get up.

“Stay the fuck down, we don’t know when they’ll come back around. We’ve got to radio in and let them know we’re under attack.”

“We’re good, Havoc.” I purposely use his call sign. “We’re good.” I grab hold of his hand. “They won’t be coming back around tonight.”

He opens his eyes, but he’s not seeing me. They aren’t focused, and he’s not locked in on my face. “How do you know?” There’s a tremor in his voice, and his face is pale, white with the flush of fever and fear.