**Elena’s POV**

I woke up screaming. My throat burned as the sound tore from me. My body jerked upright before I even knew where I was. My heart slammed hard, wild, as if it were trying to escape.

The cabin was back, the couch, the smell of damp wood. Dante’s shadow over me, his hands, his breath, his weight.

“No,” I gasped, scrambling backward, nails digging into the sheets. “No, please.”

Strong arms wrapped around me. “Elena. Elena, look at me.”

Stefano’s voice cut through ...