I rolled in my sleep, twisting the sheets into tight knots under me. Always had.
But now, it wasn't the bed betraying me. It was my own mind.
A flashback. One I didn't ask for.
"I've thought about it…" Lilasaid.
"Thought about what?" theinterviewerasked.
"Breaking his limbs while he sleeps," shewhispered. "So the only person he'd truly have to rely on… would be me."
My vision blurred. My chest heaved.
I woke up in a cold sweat, gasping, heart hammering. Hands flew over my arms, my legs—myself. Still here. Still mine.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed, almost stumbled on the cold tile.
The memory of Aubrey's words hit me next, sharp and unrelenting.
I flicked on the bathroom faucet, letting ice-cold water run over my hands.
I splashed my face, slow, deliberate.
And froze.
Blue veins traced themselves across my eyes, fine, pulsing. My head throbbed. My mouth went dry. Everything inside me felt wrong, like sickness that refused to leave.
