Dominic’s POV
I sat up slowly, still holding Ella close to my chest. Her skin was cold with sweat, and her breathing was shaky, but I could feel her heart beating against mine. She hadn’t said anything in days—had barely looked at anyone. But now, she’d screamed my name in her sleep. She’d begged for help. And that meant something.
I pulled back gently and looked into her eyes.
She looked tired… afraid… but more alert than before. Something was different.
I brushed a strand of hair away from her face and spoke softly, “Ella…”
She blinked at me, her lips parted slightly, but she didn’t look away.
“Do you… remember anything?” I asked, searching her eyes. “Anything at all?”
She looked down for a second, then nodded—just a little.
My heart jumped. I grabbed her hand. “Wait… are you say
