CHAPTER TWENTY
I jerk upright, the sheets twisted around me like a shroud. My heart is a frantic drumbeat in my chest, echoing the screams that just faded from my dream. They were my friends, my family, all lying motionless because I—I reached out to heal them.
The darkness of my room feels suffocating, and I can still see the phantom light of my hands from the nightmare, that cursed glow that was supposed to bring life, not snuff it out. I'm gasping for air, each breath a sharp stab reminding me that I am painfully alive while my dreams are littered with those I've killed.
"Hey, hey, it's okay."
Finn's voice cuts through the fog of terror. He pushes the cabin door open the rest of the way and walks in. His hand finds mine in the dark, warm and real. It anchors me, pulling me back from
