Brie’s POV

 I liked to pretend I was a morning person, but I knew better. I needed coffee to function and more importantly, I needed a nightmare to kickstart my legs to move despite my exhaustion. Last night I had not been given the liberty of a night terror; it wasn’t the first night I had a clear mind, but it was the first time in a long time.

I couldn’t remember falling asleep last night. I remember texting Lynx and then staring at the stars on my ceiling ...