REYNA'S POV

I woke before the sun again. The room was dark and quiet, the kind of quiet that made my thoughts feel louder than they already were. I had tried to sleep, really tried, but my mind refused to let me.

Every time I closed my eyes, Jeremy’s face appeared. His smile. The way he had looked at me the night before everything went wrong. And then the memory of his death would crash in, sharp and cold, and I couldn’t breathe for a moment.

I rolled onto my side, staring at the ceiling. ...