CALISTA'S P. O. V
The nights were the worst.
Roman left the lights on anytime we slept, because the darkness suffocated me. Demons and monsters crawled out from the darkness and nearly strangled me to death.
But unfortunately, I never died.
Roman had asked if I wanted to see a therapist since I was having sleeping paralysis, and like every other time he offered something that could help me, I refused.
I wasn't only refusing his help, I was refusing him.
I couldn't let Roman touch me or sleep next to me. That day in the shower had been an exception. The thought of Roman and me being intimate made panic seize my chest. He had tried to touch my hand once, but I screamed and scrambled away like he was bruising me with hot coal.
That day gutted me. Roman had tried to mask it—the pain i
