Ethan POV

The scream rips me from sleep.

High. Terrified. Grace.

I'm through her door before I'm fully awake.

Grace sits in bed, knees pulled to chest, tears streaming. Shaking like she's about to break apart.

'Fuck.'

I pull her against my chest. Her body resists for half a second, then collapses. Sobs rack through her.

"Breathe," I murmur. "I've got you."

Her fingers curl into my shirt. Desperate.

'Hold her. Comfort mate.'

I stroke ...