Nina
I wake up gasping, my throat raw and dry, and my body drenched in sweat. The nightmare still lingers, clinging to me like a second skin. My chest is tight, and I can’t shake the feeling that something’s horribly, horribly wrong.
I sit up, wiping my face with the back of my hand, but it doesn’t help. The images from the dream are burned into my mind. Jaxon. His body, lifeless, sprawled across the cold ground. Blood pooling beneath him, his eyes vacant, distant. His mouth… he was calling my name. But he wasn’t alive.
I blink hard, trying to push the images away, but they won’t leave. They’re too real. Too vivid.
Shit.
I glance at the clock. It’s late, too late to be awake. I should be getting some sleep, but my heart won’t let me. My head is too loud, too full of that nightmare.
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