Aurora POV
The darkness was a thick, suffocating tide that pulled me under, then spat me back toward the surface in a dizzying loop. In the brief flashes of reality, I felt a deep, radiating heat anchoring me to the world—Adam’s large, calloused hand was moving with a ghost-like lightness over my hip, his body a solid, protective wall of warmth pressed against me. But then the heat would turn clinical and cold, and the gentle touch would sharpen into the grip of metallic claws. The rough wood of the cabin floor beneath me would dissolve, replaced by the sterile, unyielding bite of a metal table.
I fought to stay in the cabin, to stay with the heat, but the nightmare finally won.
I was pinned down on my back in a room filled with a light so white it felt like a physical weight on my eye
