Naomi’s Pov

"Wake me up, someone, please wake me up!"

My voice echoed through the pain, like I was calling out to a bad dream. I blinked at the bright light, tasting blood and sweat in my mouth. Everything around me was a blur of red and shadow. I could barely remember the morning, only broken memories of the night before the screams, the clash of steel, and the grief still twisting in my chest.

"Travis...?" I whispered, my voice breaking. My mind spun with disbelief. Travis Scott, my ...