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~Death, destruction, mayhem~
The concepts repeated, over and over. Screams from countless souls washed over her in waves. Panic. The screams splintered around her, leaving only silence. The body shadowed in the doorway and the raw burn in her throat indicated the screams had come only from her. Light flared, and she covered her eyes against the stinging blindness that accompanied it.
“Kitten, what’s got your tail in a fluff?”
“Daddy?”
Her voice came out husky, but little girl scared. The shadows receded as the body moved forward. His presence sheltered, comforted. Big, solid, and smelling of bay rum, his arms curled around her shoulders, rocked her against him. The reality of his protection, his love, blocked the horror of the nightmares. She cuddled against him, soaking up his warmth and realness.
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