Myla’s chest rose and fell in shallow bursts, her mind caught in that foggy space between sleep and waking. She couldn't move. She lay on her side feeling something heavy moving toward her in the dark, pressing against the edge of her bed. Her body wouldn’t move. Panic fluttered in her throat as invisible hands seemed to pin her down.

A warm breath ghosted over her cheek and she felt fingers brushed lightly over her hair slowly, almost tender. She tried to scream, tried to thrash, but her ...