Dimitri POV

When we reach the academy Rose is still sleeping. I know she hasn't slept much, so instead of waking her up I carry her to my room while Johnathon walks next to me. I know she wants to see Chelsea and Lissa, and though she won't admit it, I know she missed Christian too. God I love her.

I layed her down in my bed under the covers, and ushered Johnathon to the couch, which rolled out into a bed. Once he was asleep I walked back into the bedroom. Rose had shifted onto her side, and looked like she was having a nightmare, but I wasn't for sure. I took off my shirt and climbed into bed with her. As soon as I put my arm around her she looked at peace again. But it didn't last very long.

"Get away from me." She whispered. I have heard her talk in her sleep before, but she was never like this. "Don't touch me." She sounded panicky. "Leave us alone. Go away. Don't touch them." She was almost yelling now. Then came the sound that I hated the most...Her screaming. I knew something was scaring her.

"Roza." I tried to shake her awake. I am truly worried about her. "Roza, wake up. Roza! Roza!" Finally she woke up.

"Dimitri?" She whispered.

"Roza." As soon as I said it, she was clinging to me. I have never seen her this frightened. "What happened?" I asked worried.

"It seemed so real." She said almost as though she was disoriented.

"Roza, tell me what happened." I demanded.

"He-he k-killed you." She was crying.

"Who?" She didn't answer. "Rose, look at me." Her gaze finally met mine. "Who killed me?" I asked again.

"C-Chris." She stammered.

What the hell did he do to her to scare her this much? I thought.

"It's ok. I'm right here. I'm fine." I comforted.

"I should have never left." She sobbed. God I hate it when she cries.

"It's ok you're here now and you're safe. That's all I care about." I whispered.

"I love you, Dimitri." She said calming down.

"I love you too, Roza. Always."I whispered, pulling her to me.

Soon she went back to sleep. I should have killed that bastard the second I saw him point the gun at her. He will never hurt her again. I kissed her forehead one last time before falling asleep breathing in her scent. My Roza. My beautiful, tortured, scared, Roza. It's my fault. I should have shown up sooner. It's my fault.