Book Eight: Chapter 132

“You were having a bad dream,” he said.

“Wasn’t a dream,” she replied, then seemed to realize they were holding hands. Her cheeks darkened momentarily. “Bad memory, actually.”

“Enough of those to go around,” he replied.

“Yeah.” As if suddenly shy, Sofia let go of his hand and sat up. “How long were we out?”

“Between six and ten hours,” replied Nyx from a nearby chair. Both of them sat up to see that the fae princess was currently holding a loaf of bread, but not eating it. “I can’t be sure exactly when you dozed off.”

“Who let you in?” Mike demanded.

“Was I not allowed?” she replied. “Am I not an ally?”

“Humans don’t typically like being watched over in their sleep,” said Sofia. “Neither do I, for that matter. You should remember this.”

“You are incorrect,” said Nyx. “You see, I already know about the sleeping habits and customs of others. You should ask me to abide by the rules, or even respect them. I am perfectly capable of remember