Dominic
It took an infinite amount of willpower not to scream and throw the phone clenched in my hand against the wall just to watch it shatter. I shoved it into my pocket instead, inhaling deeply through my nose. I would deal with Nico’s father later. I would deal with my rage, my fear, my spiraling thoughts later.
Right now, my attention was on the rustle of sheets and the soft, panicked sounds coming from the bedroom.
She was waking up.
I crossed the hall in long strides and paused just long enough to take her in through the crack of the door. Raven was sitting upright in the bed, hair tangled, eyes wide and unfocused as she scanned the room like a trapped animal. Her breathing was shallow, frantic. When she noticed the IV in her arm, panic took over completely.
She clawed at it.
