The touch grew firmer. Fingers pressing into my shoulder, sliding down to my forearm. My breath stuttered. 

Then— 

“Sabrina.” 

The voice cut sharper now. 

I jolted. My eyes flew open. Everything snapped into clarity. 

Ace was sitting on the edge of my bed, his hand still resting on my arm where he’d been shaking me awake. His brows were pinched with concern as he leaned over me. 

“There you are,” he said, exhaling with relief. “I’ve been ...