Tyra's POV
I woke up choking on a scream, dragging air into my lungs like I had been held underwater.
For a few terrifying seconds, I didn't know where I was.
The nightmare clung to me in sharp, broken pieces, with blood splattering across white tiles, a cracked moon burning red in the dark and my father's voice calling my name until it dissolved into static.
I sat up so fast my head spun, clutching the sheets to my chest. My skin was slick with cold sweat even though the night air drifting in through the open window was freezing, and my heart was slamming so hard against my ribs that it hurt.
Moonlight spilled across the floor in pale silver stripes. The clock on the nightstand read 3:12 a.m.
"It was just a dream," I whispered to the empty room, pressing a trembling hand to my ches
