Dakota’s POV
I was lying on my bed, my head on Daxton’s lap as he ran his fingers through my hair soothingly. He had always done that when the nightmares plagued me, I’d wake up in a tangled mess, sweating and scared to find my brother sat on my bed, holding me as he whispered that I was OK.
I don’t know what happened, I hadn’t had an episode in a long time, I was OK, I knew I was OK, but the moment Declan grabbed my arm I had freaked out. I was no longer in the quadrant, I was back in our town, trying to hide from my shame.
Embarrassment tore through me. Oh God, everyone was going to think I was a loony. I didn’t want anyone to know, this had been my chance to leave my past in the past. My chance to be the me I wanted to be, not the me that lived back in Englewood who had to wear hoodi
