Heather - POV

I woke up in a rush, disoriented, my heart pounding. “Heather,” a deep, masculine voice—steady yet heavy with urgency—cut through the fog clouding my head.

“Heather, wake up, please.” The pleading tone forced my eyelids open, and Kayden’s face came into view, hovering above me. His sharp, handsome features were marred with worry, his brow furrowed, his stormy eyes swirling with unease.

“We need to leave. Now,” he said, his voice calm, but the tension in ...