“Frey?” I called.
“I’m here,” he whispered, his arm around my back giving me a squeeze, “you’re trembling again, wife.”
“Bad dream.”
He rolled into me and both his strong arms went around me.
“Hold on,” he ordered gently and my arm already around him tightened.
He held me and I tried to find sleep.
I couldn’t so I called, “Frey?”
“I’m here.”
I hesitated.
Then I said so quietly, I wondered if he heard me, “You were so good at it.”
He heard me, his arms got tighter but he said nothing.
“You’ve had lots of practice, haven’t you?” I asked.
“Sleep, wife,” he said on a squeeze.
Yep, he had lots of practice killing people.
Ho boy.
“Just tell me one thing,” I said softly. “Were they bad guys?”
He didn’t say anything for a moment then I heard his head shift on the pillow and with his lips against the top of my hair, he whispered, “Most of them.”
Oh God.
“No enemy is all bad, Finnie,” he told me gently. “They’re just the enemy.”
I nodded my head on the pillow for this was undoubtedly true.
Frey kept talking. “But the men tonight were paid to kill a newlywed man and his wife,” his arms gave me a squeeze, “I lose no sleep for them and you shouldn’t either.”
“But you were awake,” I pointed out.
“Yes, I was, because my wee wife trembles against me in her sleep,” he informed me.
God, that was sweet.
“Sorry, Frey,” I whispered.
“Do not be sorry, be drowsy,” he ordered.
I smiled and pressed closer to my husband.
Then I whispered, “Thanks for saving my life.”
He didn’t answer.
He just gave me another tight squeeze.