Emilia's POV
I couldn’t sleep.
No matter how many times I closed my eyes, that dream came back—the blood, the snow, the beast. Those eyes.
I’d been lying in bed for hours, staring at the ceiling, counting the slow, steady beeps of the monitor. Damien had fallen asleep in the chair beside me, his head tilted to the side, his hand still resting close enough that our fingers almost touched. He’d told me everything was fine, that it was just a dream. But the unease in my chest refused to fade.
The room felt too still. Too quiet.
Every sound made me flinch—the soft hum of the heater, the ticking of the clock. My heartbeat was loud in my ears, a steady, nervous rhythm that wouldn’t slow down.
And then—
A knock.
Soft, but sharp enough to slice through the silence.
I jolted, my body ten
