Hushed Willows [BWP] Epilogue

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For a time she felt steadier; calmer. Boone tucked her closer to him and she tried to find sleep, tried to put that single eye out of her mind. But Reverie couldn't shake the feeling that they were not alone. It made no sense; there was no hint of anything but them, no echoing pawsteps or new scent in the air. It couldn't be real.

Maybe she was only dreaming?

Emboldened by the thought, Reverie shifted just enough to peek out with one eye of her own.

The pale eye blinked. She started to scream, and realized only belatedly that the screams were her own.

And then it was gone and it was only her, and her husband; her husband, pulling her close, murmuring to her. Reverie hardly heard him. But she calmed immediately, in tears now and eager for the comfort of his embrace. Boone didn't question her. He didn't pull away from her. Reverie pressed her face back against his chest, and all the fear fell away. Eventually sleep found her; in the morning she would apologize for waking him with what she assumed had been a nightmare.