~Teyana’s POV~

“Don’t… please… don’t shoot.”

The words kept leaving my mouth before I was even aware of where I was. They spilled out weakly, broken, threaded with panic, as if my body was still trapped in that room even though my mind was trying to crawl its way out.

A hand settled over mine. It was warm and grounding.

“Teyana. Hey. You’re okay. You’re safe.” I wanted to call his name- Jeremy. But that wasn’t Jeremy’s voice. Yet, it sounded familiar.

I jerked ...