HAZEL STYLES POV

I gasped awake, my eyes darting around the room wildly as I panted for air. Goosebumps traced my skin, and a cold chill ran down my spine.

"Riven" I called out, then clamped my mouth shut. "No, not him," I told myself, drawing in a shaky breath. My eyes slowly adjusted to the low lighting in the room, and after a few quiet seconds, I realized that the frightening images had all been a nightmare.

Trying to calm down, I raked my hand through my hair and sucked in a deep ...