Jasmine's POV
The darkness of night wrapped around the bedroom like a thick blanket. I lay quietly in bed, listening to Mason's steady breathing beside me. Suddenly, his peaceful slumber was shattered by a violent jerk.
"No! Please, don't!" Mason's voice cut through the silence, filled with anguish and fear.
I sat up quickly, my heart racing. Mason thrashed in the bed, his face contorted in pain. Sweat glistened on his forehead, and his hands clenched the sheets tightly.
"Mason?" I whispered, reaching out to touch his arm gently. He flinched away, still trapped in his nightmare.
"I'm sorry, Sarah! I didn't mean to..." he cried out, his voice breaking.
Who was Sarah? I had never heard Mason mention that name before.
"Mason, wake up," I said louder, shaking his shoulders. "It's just
