Amelia’s POV
The darkness in my dream was suffocating, an inky blackness that swallowed everything except his face. Richard. His cold, lifeless eyes bore into mine as his hands closed around my throat, cutting off my breath. His voice was a sinister whisper, venomous and sharp.
“You thought you could run from me, Amelia?” he hissed. “You thought I wouldn’t find you? You’re going to pay for leaving me.”
I clawed at his hands, desperate for air, but his grip tightened. My body flailed, panic seizing every inch of me as I gasped for breath that wouldn’t come. His face was so close I could feel his hot, angry breath on my skin.
“Stop!” I wanted to scream, but my voice was trapped, just like my body. My vision blurred, the world around me spiraling into oblivion—
I woke up screaming. “No!
