I woke up in cold sweat, rapidly sitting straight up on the bed.
My heart pounded loudly and furiously in my chest. I slumped over, my hands pressed to my chest because it felt painful. Too painful. I couldn’t breathe. But I knew it wasn’t because of my old illness. It was because of a dream.
I inhaled and exhaled shakily.
It wasn't because of Dan. For once, I didn't dream of him. My dream... my nightmare was something else altogether. A memory of the past. A secret that still haunted me. The knowledge that burdened and terrorized me up to this day.
Then I felt the presence in the room before I felt the hand on my forehead.
Slapping it weakly away, I lifted my gaze to see Christopher hovering over me.
"Your temperature is a bit high," he muttered with a frown.
I glanced at th
