Damien Wolfe
The scream cut through the walls like something alive.
Not a small sound, not startled it was deep, torn from somewhere you don’t come back from.
I was halfway out of the chair before I even realized I’d moved. Papers hit the floor. The gun was already in my hand. Instinct it always comes before reason.
Her door wasn’t locked. I kicked it open hard enough to crack the frame.
She was sitting upright in the bed, tangled in sheets, eyes wide but not awake. Her breath came fast and broken. She clawed at the fabric like it was binding her. The sound coming out of her wasn’t words just raw panic.
I crossed the room in two steps and caught her shoulders. “Aria.”
No response.
Her head jerked to the side, eyes rolling like she was trapped inside herself. The trembling wouldn’
