My own screams wake me up and I turn, burying my face in my pillow to muffle them. I’m aware of the empty space next to me, the fact that the pillow is still warm. Blaise must have left only moments ago. I take a few breaths to calm myself, closing my eyes before immediately opening them again when I see Cress’s grotesque smile behind my eyelids. The sheets tangled around my legs are drenched in sweat, and it takes me a moment to extract myself from them. The braid I put my hair into last night has come unraveled; bits of hair are now plastered to my forehead and cheeks.
Shakily, I get to my feet and cross to the basin in the corner, pouring a bit of water into it from the pitcher beside it and splashing my face and neck. It feels like ice, but it does little to soothe the ghost of the fi
