"Oh, God," I wailed.
Trent kneeled beside me, his hand on my back. "Chloe. What's wrong?" He tensed, then said, "You stay away from her."
There was a low snarl, but Jax listened to Trent and took a step back.
"This isn't real. It can't be real," I mumbled.
It had to be another dream. It had to be. I pinched my arm, but nothing changed. I squeezed my eyes shut, then opened them, blinking so hard I made my head hurt. Still, nothing changed.
Trent scooped me off the floor and carried me into the living room. He sat on the couch and held me in his lap. I buried my face against his shoulder and cried.
"Please tell me what's going on," he said, and his voice cracked.
"I'm sorry," I choked out between sobs. "I'm so sorry. I never. . ." I hiccupped and slid my arms around his neck, holding him as tightly as I could, terrified he'd get up and leave me forever.