**Elena’s POV**
I woke up screaming. My throat burned as the sound tore from me. My body jerked upright before I even knew where I was. My heart slammed hard, wild, as if it were trying to escape.
The cabin was back, the couch, the smell of damp wood. Dante’s shadow over me, his hands, his breath, his weight.
“No,” I gasped, scrambling backward, nails digging into the sheets. “No, please.”
Strong arms wrapped around me. “Elena. Elena, look at me.”
Stefano’s voice cut through the panic.
I blinked hard. The cabin cracked and fell apart. The walls turned white. The air smelled clean. The bed was soft and familiar.
I was in the hospital.
I was shaking so badly that my teeth chattered. Stefano pulled me fully against his chest, one hand cradling the back of my head and the other pressin
