9| Identities and Information (pt. 1)

I must have fallen asleep again in the car; I wasn't sure for how long, but boy was my dream intense.

When my eyes finally fluttered open, all I saw was a man's face hovering in front of me. Since my dream was so incredibly violent and I had been in such a deep sleep, I couldn't register what was happening, or that the man I was looking at was Jaxon and not an attacker/shooter.

Without thinking, I struck out with my good arm and kicked my legs, fighting off my assailant.

The man caught my fist as it flew, but the momentum sent me tumbling sideways out of the vehicle until I was seized around my waist.

"Woah woah! Emery, it's me!" Jaxon called as he caught me and held me to his body to stop me from fighting. He held on tight while I was eased from the car and placed gently onto the ground.

Immediately, I snapped back into reality and let my body sink into his large, sturdy frame. "Jaxon? Oh god... I am so sorry! Did I hurt you?"

I felt Jaxon chuckle slightly as he steadied me on my fe