Vera couldn't sleep, and she didn't dare move, afraid she would stir up even bigger trouble.
The man beside her wasn't doing much better. He couldn't fall asleep while holding her, but he couldn't bear to let her go. So, he just held her tight and didn't loosen his grip.
Vera drifted in a daze, not falling asleep until just before dawn. Then she had a dream. In it, she had become Nathaniel's pet dog. He held out a bone, teasing her, "Good girl. Tell me all your secrets, and I'll give you this bone."
In the dream, Vera could only gulp as she hugged his leg, refusing to let go.
Nathaniel's expression shifted to a wicked grin. "You really stick to your principles, huh? If you still won't talk, I'll have no choice but to stew you into a pot of dog soup."
The large bone came down on Vera's head, startling her awake. She opened her eyes and realized it had all been a dream.
