**Anna's POV:**

I know before I open my eyes.

The wrong kind of wet. The wrong kind of warmth. My hand goes to the sheets before the rest of me has finished waking and what I find there pulls me upright in one motion, the dizziness hitting hard and immediate, the room tilting and then steadying in the gray light of a window that is barely dawn.

More than yesterday.

'Nicole,' I say.

She doesn't answer in words. She makes ...