“It’s a state between REM sleep and wakefulness,” Connor explains. His eyes meet mine. “How long has she had this problem?” I shake my head, and Daisy’s leg slips beneath my knee, trying to fucking kick me again. I shift her back. “I wouldn’t fucking know.” He doesn’t believe me. “You haven’t seen her like this before?” he questions with an arched brow. “Why would you think I have?” I retort with a dark glare. “Because you’re the closest person to her, and you don’t look surprised by this.” “I am fucking surprised,” I retort. Connor shakes his head, still disbelieving.
