"Evanthia?" Conall reached for me. I tightened my arms, shrinking away just enough to give him pause. "Do you avoid bedding me…spending the night with me, because—" "No," Conall said, cutting me off, ignoring my tense frame and rushing forward, drawing me into his arms. He huffed out a breath, tucking his chin over my shoulder. "No. You are not the only one with nightmares, mo chroí," he whispered. "I become violent. I didn't want to hurt you."
