Anastasia (The Bolton Series Book 1) by Heaven Lyanne Flores Page B

unfamiliar room until my eyes landed on Yelson. A look of worry was plaster all over his face.
    “What are you doing here?” I croaked barely getting a sound out as my throat was dry and sore.
    “You were screaming. I wasn’t sure what was happening so I woke you.” He looked me over. “Are you okay?”
    “Yeah, it was just a nightmare.” I replied quickly falling back into the bed. I took a few deep breaths to help calm my racing heart.
    What had I just seen? I had never had a dream like that before. It scared the living right out of me.
    “A pretty bad one I’m guessing,” he whispered. I looked over at him. His eyes concentrated on a space just above my head.
    “I’m just not used to having them,” I replied. I never really had a bad dream before. At least nothing as bad as that. My arm wiped away the sweat from my forehead . Gross .
    “Neither was I when they first started coming.” I looked at him in shock. Yelson did not seem like the one to have nightmares. He seemed as if nothing could scare him.
    “How did you get over it?” I whispered still under the covers of the bed.
    “I haven’t,” he whispered. His eyes closed as he took a deep, shaky, breath. “I probably never will.”
    I stared at him in silence. A strong man that I barely knew seemed to be sharing something with me that he never shared with anyone else. The thought scared me. I have never been good with making people feel better. All I really do is listen to them. Simon told me that sometimes that was what people needed, just someone to listen to them.
    “I’ll leave you alone now that I know you’re okay.” He started to move towards the door but I stopped him. I grabbed his wrist and tried to pull him back but my weak arms could barely move him.
    “Could you stay with me? Just for a little longer,” I pleaded with him when I let go of his wrist. “I don’t want to be alone right now.”
    “Of course.” He sat down at the chair that went with my mirror. His eyes wondered the room never settling on one thing for more than a few seconds.
    I wondered what species he was. He could be a warlock but I had never heard of one with gray eyes like his. He could be Conriocht, werewolf, but they were nomads and only like to be with their own kind. If he was a wolf he would go crazy living here. Yelson finally looked at me and did not at all seem weird out that I was staring at him.
    “I thought you were going to go to sleep.” His smooth voice traveled over my body helping me to forget my nightmare.
    “I can’t,” I admitted and bunched up the covers closer to my body. It seemed like I had just realized I was in my pajamas and Yelson could see. There wasn’t much to see as my zebra print pants and tank covered most of my body. 
    “Is there anything I can do to help?” His eyes search my face. I found myself blushing again. I did not get why I was, he was just looking at me but there was something different about him. He seemed to affect me more than any other man had before. I didn’t know why but I just knew it couldn’t lead to anything. I had to focus on getting my family back not on some guy.
    “Not unless you can control my dreams,” I sighed closing my eyes. The dream began to replay behind my closed lids so I quickly opened them back up. There was no way I was going to go back to sleep anytime soon.
    “Not my area of expertise.” I figured. “But I could help distract you.”
    “How?” I asked sitting up from the bed.
    “I’m not sure,” he lightly laughed. The sound brought happiness to me and I found myself smiling. It caused his smile to grow even more.
    “How old are you?” I decided to ask. A few questions should help my mind forget about the dream. Also I would be able to learn more about this man who was my guard.
    “Twenty four.”
    “Favorite food?”
    “Anything fried.”
    “Ah my brother too. His favorite was fried green tomatoes.” I smiled of a memory of Simon making the tomatoes. He would