Zayne woke with a jolt from a nightmare that had ripped him apart.
In it, flames and smoke had swallowed everything, and Aurora had been torn to pieces by the blast—blood and flesh everywhere.
His chest heaved as he gasped for air.
His eyes flew open, and before he knew it, his hand shot out and clamped down on Vance's wrist.
"Tell me this isn't real. Please." His voice was raw, his eyes bloodshot and desperate. "Aurora's fine... She's okay. That was just a dream—a messed-up nightmare, right?"
He sounded like a lost kid, searching Vance's face for some kind of miracle.
Vance's wrist ached from the grip, but he didn't dare pull away.
His voice shook as he forced out the words. "Mr. Palmer, that wasn't a dream. There really was an explosion at the factory... Ms. Shaw..."
"Shut up." Z
