Grace - POV
I found myself in an unfamiliar place, disoriented and surrounded by shadows. In the haze, I could make out Zane’s profile, then two other figures—Jacob and Grayson. Their presence felt real, too real. I tried to focus, to ground myself in the moment, but everything seemed dreamlike, a distortion of reality.
“I’m dreaming again,” I murmured, but a sudden splash of cold water jolted me. I blinked, seeing Zane standing beside the bed with an empty glass in hand, his expression a mix of worry and relief. I struggled to sit up, realizing I was wrapped in a warm blanket on a soft bed, far from the cold alleys and danger.
My breath caught as I registered the three figures watching me intently, their eyes fixed on mine. My heart raced, but I forced myself to keep my voice steady. “
