CHAPTER 11
THE KEENING WAIL cut to Rhys’s core, and he knifed up in bed, his heart racing.
His first thought? A fox had caught next door’s cat. His second thought? Coco.
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw her thrashing on the bed, the sheets tangled around her feet. A sliver of moonlight caught the sheen of perspiration on her forehead. A nightmare. She was only having a nightmare, but it sounded as if she were dying.
“No! No, no, no…” The last word dissolved into sobs, and she arched off the bed, her limbs stiff. Bloody hell, this was like a scene from a horror movie. Should he wake her? Call an ambulance?
“Help me,” she gasped.
How?
Her body gave one last heave, and then she lay still, head and shoulders hanging off the side of the bed. Was she…alive?
Rhys crawled to he
