“Delphine!” She felt arms around her, like someone was holding her close, offering comfort and though the air around her still pricked her skin, that touch made her feel safe. Delphine didn’t know who was holding her, she tried to open her eyes to see the owner of the voice. “Delphine.” Damien. “Wake up, please,” he begged, and just like that, her body obliged, her eyes fluttered open. “Woah,” she heard him say, “your eyes.”
“Damien?” Delphine questioned, her voice weak. She tried to get up, but Damien’s hold on her was tight. “I’m not running away, you can release your-”
“Delphine, your eyes are glowing,” she heard him whisper, his voice filled with disbelief. “How?” she heard him say.
“What?” she asked, confused. “What happened to my eyes?”
“Your eyes were…I’m sure I wasn’t seeing this. Never mind, are you okay? You were having a bad dream.”
“I’m fine,” she told him, rubbing her neck. “My head hurts,” she let out a moan. “Did I hit my head somewhere?” Her hand moved to her neck. “I think I feel a little bump here.”
“Sorry.” He let out a small laugh. “I woke up to you hitting your head against the headboard-”
“Fuck,” she muttered. Then, suddenly remembering the position she was in, she moved away quickly, almost falling off the bed in an attempt to get away from him. “Ouch, my butt!” she cried.