Damien let out a low, frustrated growl, tossing the heavy covers aside. He couldn't do it. He couldn't lie there in luxury while she broke apart on the floor like a discarded doll.
He slid out of bed and knelt beside her. Up close, she looked even smaller, her lush curves pressed tight as she shuddered in the grip of the dream. Her skin was ice-cold to the touch.
"Sofia," he muttered, but she didn't wake. She only whimpered again, a sound that sliced right through his mind.
Without another thought, he slid one arm beneath her knees and the other behind her back, lifting her with effortless strength. Her head fell naturally into the hollow of his shoulder, her damp hair brushing against his skin. She was soft and heavy in his arms, her body molding against his hard chest. Even in his irritation, he couldn't help but notice how perfectly she seemed to fit there.
He stood up and laid her gently in the center of the bed.
