Dylan's POV
Anna.
I scream her name into the void, the sound ripping from my throat like a dying man's final cry. My eyes snap open. My chest heaves. I sit up abruptly, my heart pounding so hard it feels like it might tear free from my ribs.
“Thank the goddess, you’re finally awake!” Vanessa’s voice rings out, and I whip my head in her direction.
She’s rushing toward me, her face pale with relief. But I barely register her presence. I’m disoriented, sweat-drenched, and cold. My gaze darts around the room.
Where the hell am I?
“Where... where am I?” I ask, even though I know the answer deep down.
Vanessa gives me a confused look. “What do you mean where are you? You’re in your room.”
I blink rapidly and glance around again. She’s right—I’m in my room, on my bed. The familiar surrou
