The first time it happens, I think it’s a nightmare.
Asher starts screaming just after midnight.
Not crying.
Not calling for me.
Screaming.
I’m out of bed before I’m fully awake, heart slamming, running into his room barefoot.
He’s thrashing under the blankets, eyes closed, hands clenched.
“Kieran! Kade!” I shout without thinking.
I’m at his bedside instantly.
“Asher. Ash. Wake up.”
He doesn’t.
His body arches off the mattress.
The air shifts.
Silver flickers under his skin.
The baby inside me reacts violently.
Sharp.
Hot.
I gasp and grip the bedframe to steady myself.
This isn’t resonance.
This is intrusion.
“Open your eyes,” I whisper, pressing my palm to his forehead.
Cold.
Not fever.
Cold like winter water.
And then—
I see it.
Not with my eyes.
With something
