My eyes fly open in the real world and I’m instantly in action, as is Jackson – because the shouts here?
God, they’re even louder and more panicked than those we heard dreaming.
I leap out of bed, ripping the curtain open, already starting across the room when I stumble over my own feet, my jaw dropping open when I see the sight before me.
Rafe – already across the room – staring helplessly at Jesse’s bedside as our cousin sits up in bed, his arms held out in front of him, shouting in his panic as shadows writhe all around him – moving in circles around his arms like snakes, encircling his waist, his torso –
Even wrapping around his neck –
“Holy s**t,” Jackson whispers behind me, but then he barrels past me over to Jesse’s bed, reaching for him.
I follow, urging my feet faster, r
