WILLOW'S POV.
My chest was still heaving, my sheets twisted around my body. Sweat clung to my skin, my heart pounding like it wanted to break through my ribs. I thought Atlas felt it.
I had told Atlas I was having a sleepless night, but that wasn’t all there was to it. The reason I couldn’t sleep was more than me just being tired or exhausted.
It was the same nightmare I’d had so many times before. The same horror I thought I’d buried deep inside me, locked away where no one could touch it.
But tonight… tonight it felt real.
I was back in that dark room. Three days trapped, no sunlight, no air that smelled like anything but dust and fear. Three days of never knowing if anyone would come for me. Three days of hearing a voice behind a mask, a voice that never showed its face, a voice th
