Grace's POV

I woke up with a start, heart hammering in my chest. The nightmare that had jolted me awake was already fading, leaving behind only fragments, my mom in handcuffs, Helena's diary, Emma's sneering face. I sat up, reaching for Hunter instinctively, but his side of the bed was empty, the sheets cool beneath my fingers.

The angle of the light streaming through the gaps in the curtains, told me it was well past my usual wake-up time. I checked my phone; it was nearly ten. Hunter had ...