Dylan's POV
I rubbed the drowsiness away from my eyes after springing up from bed, my eyes wide awake. I looked around the room, making sure there was no presence and if there was, my hands were already on the silver blade to hack any intruder down.
It was yet another dream of Georgia and Phil and that made my blood boil. Why I was suddenly having these strange dreams about the least people I fancy in the world, I didn't know. But one thing was clear, I needed to find answers, and I needed to find it fast.
Only one person came to my mind—Ryder. I got up from the bed and threw a shirt over my chest. It was past twelve in the morning. I knew I needed to take precaution. I didn't want to be seen with Ryder. In his words, I needed to be careful because he thinks a mole is here in my own pa
