Logan

I jolt awake as an ear-piercing scream shatters the silence.

Artemisia is clawing onto the bed sheets as Matthew is leaning over her, trying to calm her down.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” I ask her, trying to take her face into my hands but as soon as I touch her she screams again.

Fuck.

Her skin seems to burn up as she breathes heavily.

Panic expands in my chest, sorrow squeezing around my heart as I look at my brother. He must be wearing the same expression as mine as he looks ...