Avery watched Dominic through the dull ache in her shoulder.
His head weighed heavy against her. Though his breathing had leveled out, his face remained deathly pale-almost translucent in the dim morning light filtering through the curtains.
"Dominic?" She shifted tentatively.
He let out a low groan, reaching blindly for his phone. His hand swept through empty air before hitting the lamp with a jarring clatter. Avery's breath hitched. His eyes were wide open, but he was frozen in a strange, petrified rigidity.
"Are you awake?" she whispered.
Dominic didn't speak. His Adam's apple bobbed violently as he turned his head mechanically. His gaze-unfocused, lost-landed on the empty air beside her shoulder.
"Where are you?" His voice was hoarse, stripped of its usual authority.
A chill cra
