Forty-eight

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im feeling so bad for the last chapter, but i had to get everyone to believe that he was dead. that was the last time i ever did that, promise. but on the bright side, the story isn't over and guy is alive :)

Her eyes snapped open and she inhaled sharply, but she didn't move from her position. Dried tear streaks stained Linda's cheeks, and she felt more sting her eyes. She took quiet deep breaths, seeing as everyone was still asleep and she didn't want to wake anyone. Especially Guy.

Holy God, where was he?

She started to panic mentally, her wild eyes searching everywhere. But she breathed out a quiet sigh of relief when she felt his arms tighten around her waist, pressing her back to his body.

You're safe.

Linda rolled over, studying her fiancé. He looked so peaceful when he slept. His eyes were closed, but his brow was furrowed, making him look adorable. His chest rose and fell as he breathed, and she put her hand on his heart.

Ba-bump... ba-bump... ba-bump...

He was alive, and he was with her. She smiled softly and traced patterns on his jawline, causing him to mumble in his sleep. That made her chuckle quietly and kiss his stubble, and his arms tightened around her.

"I love you, Guy, so much," she whispered, carefully squirming out of his grasp and leaving her bed in the camp. She stood, raising her arms over her head and stretching. That's when a thought hit her. That was her second death dream in a row, and the first one was partially true. What could happen now?

Shuddering, she grabbed her weapons and placed them on her back, her sword in her sheathe and her knife in her boot. She hopped over the numerous things on the floor, arriving at Tuck's bedchamber.

"Tuck," she whispered, lightly shaking him. "Tuck, wake up."

Tuck groaned, sitting up and looking over his shoulder. "What?" he asked groggily.

"We need to talk."

"Can't it wait?"

"Uh, no."

"Why?"

She didn't speak; all she did was slowly crane her neck at Guy, he of which was still sleeping. Tuck turned so he was facing her, and then looked where she was. He finally got it.

"You had another dream."

She nodded fast. "I did," she responded. "I don't know what it means though, and it scares me." Linda sighed. "Can we talk about this somewhere besides the camp?"

Tuck nodded. Linda sighed and carefully walked to the lift, opening it and sneaking out. She took a deep breath, instantly feeling relaxed. The forest seemed calm today, and the air was crisp. The sun was peeking through the branches, hitting certain spots. She wandered around, sitting at the hill that the outlaws sat on when waiting to snag someone. Tuck joined her a few minutes later and sat next to her on the grass.

"Tell me about your dream," he said.

Linda bit her lip. "It begins in Nottingham Castle in the great hall. There's a war going on between us and a few hundred... villagers... against Vaisey and his huge army."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Vaisey?" Tuck asked. "As in your father?"

"No, as in a piece of furniture." She rolled her eyes, running a palm down her face. "Yes, my father. He was alive."

Tuck paused. "And?"

She took a few breaths, rubbing the back of her neck. "And then he was murdered. Sword went through his body, and the poison knife got stuck in his back." She let out a breath. "While we were fighting, Robin was marrying Guy and I."

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