Betty's POV. 

I don’t know how long I slept.

But when I jolted awake, my breath caught in my throat.

The garden… didn’t feel the same.

The air felt colder and still.

Damien lay beside me, his arm draped protectively over my waist, his breathing slow and steady. 

But something was wrong.

I could fee. It, it's like a whisper brushing against the back of my neck, urging me to move.

My heart hammered as I  slipped from Damien’s embrace, careful not to wake him. 

The air ...