ISOLDE
I stir on the bed, brows creased. The nightmare is haunting again.
Mom, being tortured, her eyes nearly losing life and her small voice begging for help.
Unconsciously, I clutch something against my chest, shivering against the sheet.
‘Time is running out,’ a voice echoes, followed by mocking laughter at every corner.
I snap awake with a gasp, sweat dripping from my forehead. The air feels so hot, it burn inside makes my throat dry. But that isn't the only thing I feel.
Goosebump.
Someone is in the room.
I search the space until my gaze on him. My heart skips, eyes wide at the pair of red eyes cut the dark room like twin orbs of fire.
No one needs to tell me.
“Drogo?” I whisper, sliding out of the bed and dragging the thick sheet along. I press far from him. My hea
