Kari woke in a panic, bolting upright in the bed, her hand clutching her chest, breath coming in harsh pants.
“What the hell?” she gasped, looking around the dark room.
But she knew what it was.
Evan.
For the fourth night in a row she was waking to his terror, his panic. Tonight it felt worse. Her whole body shook, drenched in cold sweat.
“What the hell is he dreaming about?” she muttered, pushing off the covers and stumbling into the bathroom. She splashed cold water on her face, trying to shake off the emotions bleeding through the bond.
Fear. Panic. And something else. Grief so sharp she could almost taste it.
Go to him, Nova urged. He needs us.
Kari wanted to argue. Evan was stronger than she would ever be, more powerful, more capable of taking care of himself than anyone she k
