Chapter 35

Sleep was slow to come. He tossed and turned until well after midnight before drifting off. His dreams were a muddle of the day’s events. In them, his ankle was still swollen and aching, but instead of Will being the one to heal him, Rowan cradled his injured foot. He skimmed warm fingertips over the most sensitive bruises, then looked up at Alec and smiled.

“You don’t look worse than you feel,” Dream Rowan said.

In the background, Dream Will snorted. “Give him time.”

Alec tried to argue with them, but Dream Rowan chose that moment to let him go and retreat to Will’s side. “Do I get to throw the switch?”

“No.” Dream Will pointed a finger at Alec like he was aiming a gun. Tattoos he’d never seen before writhed like serpents along Will’s skin. “I do.”