Chapter 23

Christian POV

I open the door to find Molly thrashing about on her bed. She’s wrapped in the bed sheets but sweating like fuck. “Molly,” I call out to her but she doesn’t respond. I walk further into her room and towards her bed while she goes between mumbling and calling out. She’s clearly having a nightmare as she’s calling out to Archie begging him not to leave her and begging him to wake up. She sounds heartbroken and it gives me a feeling that I dont like.

I may not like Molly but she’s clearly having one awful dream and I can’t just leave her like this. I wasn’t raised to act like that, and I don’t need to behave that way. No matter what I think or feel about her she’s clearly in distress and I have to help her if I can.

“Molly.” I call out to her louder but still nothing, I keep moving towards the bed until I’m standing right in front of her then I lean down until I’m pretty close to her body, “Molly, wake up.” Still, nothing so I gently place my hand