Davina's POV
I pushed myself up from the bed, my legs wobbling beneath me as I made my way out of the room.
I couldn't even be bothered to grab my slippers. The icy floor tiles bit into my bare soles, a sharp reminder that this wasn't another dream. But the visions clung to me like smoke. Louise Jenkin's agonized cries, Will Jenkin emerging from the shadows, and that horrible moment—her body crashing down, motionless.
My chest constricted as I entered the kitchen. My mouth felt parched, like I'd been swallowing dust.
I craved nothing more than water right now—something cold to dissolve the knot of terror lodged in my throat.
I stopped short when I spotted Chase already stationed by the counter, nursing a glass of water. His gaze found me instantly as I entered.
"You look awful. What's wrong?" Chase said, studying me with that particular expression only big brothers master—equal parts concern and mockery.
I shook my head, afraid my voice might betray me.
