WILLOW'S POV.
I don’t know how long I’ve been lying here on the cold floor.
The world felt like it was tearing itself apart, and I was trapped in the center of it.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t see. Everything around me was smoke, fire, screaming—none of it real, but somehow it felt so real. My chest felt like it was being crushed from the inside out. My fingers clawed weakly at the floor as the vision swallowed me.
“Stop… stop…” I whispered, but the chaos only grew louder.
Someone shouted my name through the haze.
“Willow!”
The ground trembled beneath me. Or maybe that was just my body shaking uncontrollably.
Then—BOOM—the sound of wood cracking echoed through the room. Another hit. Another. The vibration ran through the floor beneath my cheek.
“Willow! Open the damn door!”
No.
