Isabella’s POV

I jolted awake, the crumpled paper on the desk leaving lines in my cheek. The sweat that coated my neck, my pounding heart, the cloying sickness that clung to my stomach—all signs I had been having a nightmare before I’d woken up,  though I couldn’t recall what this one was about.

Seems I couldn’t escape them, even if I weren’t sleeping in that dreadful place. I sat up, blinking blearily as I eyed the clock on my desk. 

12:17 ...