It’s been two days since Calla slipped out of Marco’s clutches. She wouldn’t call it an escape—more like being let go.
That night had been a terror, not just for her, but especially for Eli. He’d been having constant nightmares, waking up drenched in sweat and gasping for air. Calla had run out of ways to comfort him, so she let him sleep in her room with her.
Last night was one of those nights. She couldn’t get him to fall back asleep after a nightmare about the two of them being separated. He was panting and gasping.
“Hey, look at me,” she said softly, holding his cheeks in her hands to keep him steady, her eyes searching his. “It won’t happen. No one’s going to separate us, okay?”
“But… but what if it does?” he asked, his voice shaking with fear. “Like when they broke into our house
