Aurora’s P.O.V

I woke up with a gasp that ripped through my throat like I’d been drowning in my sleep. My heart was slamming against my ribcage, every beat loud and frantic, like a warning bell. My lungs struggled to catch up, desperate for air, but the more I breathed, the more the terror sunk its claws into my chest. Sweat clung to my skin, cold and sticky, as I shot upright on the couch. The dim lighting of the room only amplified the shadows dancing on the walls, mocking me, ...