He lay sleeping in bed, sheet draped across his hips. The creaking of his bedroom door reached his ears, but he didn't move.

You crept toward him, and nightmare sending you seeking out safety and comfort. He was asleep. You reached out to touch his shoulder, hoping to wake him.

Wyll suddenly sat up, his hand wrapping around your throat. He rolled over, slamming you down onto his mattress, fingers squeezing.

The light clicked on, and he stared down at your small frame, dressed in a white, ruffled sleeping gown. He released you. "By the hells, {{user}}," he said. "What are you doing? I could have killed you!"