Remi's POV
The darkness was suffocating.
Sweat clung to my skin as I bolted upright, my scream still echoing in the silence of my room. My chest heaved, my heart pounding as if it wanted to escape the cage of my ribs. The nightmare had been too vivid—flashes of the man I'd attacked, the terror in his eyes, the sickening pleasure of his blood on my tongue.
I pressed a trembling hand to my mouth, trying to swallow down the rising panic.
The door burst open, and Damien strode in, his gaze sharp, scanning the room. His presence filled the space, anchoring me despite the chaos in my head. "Remi," he said, his voice rough but steady. "What happened?"
I couldn't find the words. My hands fisted in the blanket, and I shook my head, my throat tight with emotion.
Damien stepped cl
