HIGAN’S POV

I woke up with a gasp that scraped my throat raw.

My body shot upright, drenched in sweat, breath crashing in and out of my lungs like waves in a storm. My heart pounded like war drums beneath my ribs, loud and furious.

Same dream. Same girl. Same fear.

I rolled over and sat at the edge of my bed, and rested my elbows on my knees. I dragged my fingers through my sweat damp hair.

The memory of that night crept in like a chill, crawling down my spine and settling beneath my ...