SEBASTIAN'S P O V

The room resonated with a blood-curdling scream, which jolted me awake from my sleep.

‘‘No! No… stop!’’ Celine shrieked. ‘‘Mom!’’ she cried and struggled in the sheets. Her expression was one of complete and utter dread and anguish.

‘‘Celine!’’ I called and held her shoulders before she could do any damage to herself. ‘‘It’s okay… You’re safe now. Ssshhh… it’s okay…’’

‘‘It hurts!’’ she screamed. ...