Mira’s POV

I woke before dawn, my breath ragged and heart hammering in my chest. The sheets were tangled around my legs like damp vines. It clinging to me with a weight I couldn’t shake. My hand burned, and when I pulled it free, I froze. A fresh cut marked my palm, blood crusted but faint, as if it had sealed hours ago. I had no memory of the pain, no sense of how it had appeared, only the unsettling certainty that something in the night had left its mark.

I sat up slowly, glancing around ...