I opened my eyes slowly, my vision blurry from all the tears I had shed at my parents' grave. The familiar ceiling of Dominic's room came into focus, and immediately, anger filled my chest like fire. Why was I back here? I wanted to be with my parents, not in this cursed place with their killer.
My body felt heavy as I tried to sit up, but I forced myself to move. The silk sheets beneath me felt cold against my skin, reminding me once again that I was trapped in this nightmare. The memory of seeing my parents' graves, of crying until I couldn't breathe anymore, came flooding back.
"I need to go back," I whispered to myself, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. "I need to stay with them."
The door opened just as I stood up, and Dominic walked in. His dark eyes immediately found min
