I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 662

Steven's throat felt tight. He stroked my back. "It was just a nightmare. It wasn't real. I'm here with you now. No car is going to hit you. Did you... did you have any other nightmares?"

Steven's chest was broad and warm, and he held me securely in his arms. I felt safe.

Buried in his embrace, I said in a muffled voice, "No, that was all."

The furrow in his brow relaxed slightly. "Okay."

I started to calm down, but recalling the dream, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had truly lived it.

The joy, the passion, the fervent love—it all felt like it had actually happened. And the sensation of the crash, of being crushed, was terrifyingly real.

"Did it really not happen?"

I murmured to myself, unable to distinguish reality from the dream.

Steven's eyes darkened. "No. You're perfectly fine right now, aren't you?"

That's true.

If what happened in the dream were real, there's no way I'd have survived.

So it must have been just a dream.

I felt much better.

Steven's deep voice was gentle as he asked, "Does your head still hurt?"

I shook my head and pushed away from him slightly. "It was just a sudden, sharp pain. It's much better now."

He watched me, his gaze deep and quiet, his thin lips pressed into a firm line.

"The medical facilities here aren't good enough. After your interview tomorrow, you're coming back to Ixia with me to see a specialist. We need to find out if this is from the head injury when you fell into the sea, or if it's a side effect of the medication."

A knot of dread formed in my stomach. I hated hospitals. Biting my lip, I started, "Can I..."

"No. Letting you wait until after the interview is already a concession," Steven said, a sharp edge beneath his refined demeanor that left no room for argument. "Ixia has better specialists. I'm even having two fly in from abroad. Regardless of whether your memory returns, we need to fix these headaches."

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