Ava's POV
I jerked awake in the early hours of the morning, panting. I raised my hand to my chest, trying to calm down my beating heart. My dreams had been filled with the constant tapping of shoes, the ticking of a clock, and a shadow hand reaching for my throat, silently choking me. I couldn't shout. I couldn't fight. I was lying there while I was being suffocated to death. I had tried to talk, but I had not been able to find my voice.
The dream had felt so real, to the point that my throat hurt. I placed my hand on my throat, checking if any mark had followed. Luckily, nothing was there.
It was just a dream.
I looked out the window. At the sun that would soon rise. Eliza will be here soon. I don't care where Damien is. He can go to hell for all I care.
I bit my lips in nervousness
