Svalin woke with a start and looked around. The light next to her bed was still on and she had fallen asleep reading a book. It slid off of her and fell to the floor.
She had another nightmare involving Jon and their son.
Svalin took a deep breath and climbed out of bed. Maybe some fresh air would help her calm her nerves. She pulled on her robe and made her way down to the small porch of the bungalow.
The hair on the back of her neck rose when she stepped out onto the porch. She could quit being a warrior, but the warrior's instincts would never leave her. Right now they were telling her that something was wrong.
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