HIGAN SINCLAIR’S POV

HIGAN SINCLAIR

I am startled awake with a shudder that vibrates through my entire body. My spine ached like I’d been yanked up by a burning silver chain and I felt just as heavy.

My breath clawed at my throat. My nightshirt clung to me like a wanna-be second skin, dampened and strangling. My sheets tangled around my legs twisted like vines from some fever dream jungle I couldn’t escape.

And yet, her face persistently played behind my eyelids.

Harlyn Sage.

Her ...