1889 London
Tessa felt a tap on her shoulder. The room was dark as it was the dead of night and her vision was still blurred from sleep. She was awake enough that she could hear Wills snoring. She rolled over to see a pair of amber eyes staring at her.
" Jamie, what are you doing up?" she asked still not quite awake.
the small boy who'd been looking at her averted his gaze to the ground
" I couldn't sleep." he said looking back at her. " can I sleep with you?" He asked politely.
She propped herself on her shoulder and took a good look at the boy. He looked like his father, the same black curls, the same cut jaw, he even had his smile. It was his eyes that were strange, they were like gold coins or the sun in the late afternoon.
She scooted closer to the middle of the bed and then patted the spot she had made for him. He crawled up next to her and curled against her chest. She drew the covers over him so he wouldn't be cold and held him as she tried to drift off to sleep. " I don't want to sleep." James said in a whisper. " Why?" she said running her fingers through his hair trying to comfort him. " I had a bad dream and I don't want to fall asleep and have it again."
" Tell me about it." was all she could say. " what?"
"Tell me about your dream and I'll make it go away."
He looked up at her his eyes curious. He then snuggled a little closer into her chest as if burying himself into her would protect him. " I turned into a shadow." he mumbled. " what?" she said sleepily, she was extremely tired. " I was consumed by shadows." he repeated.
" oh, Jamie I'll never let that happen. Don't worry." she felt sleep wash over her. Arms tightly around the small child curled up next to her. I won't let that happen.