Elena's POV
"Dad. Dad, wait… "
The words tore out of him low and broken, barely more than a whisper, and I sat up instantly, my heart hammering as I took in the sight of him thrashing softly against the sheets, his face contorted with a grief too raw for waking hours to fully permit. Sweat beaded along his hairline despite the coolness of the room, his hands clenched so tight around the blanket that his knuckles had gone pale.
"Damian." I reached for his shoulder, hesitant, uncertain whether waking him abruptly might do more harm than letting the dream run its course. "Damian, wake up."
He gasped awake all at once, eyes flying open, chest heaving as he stared at the ceiling for a long, disoriented moment before his gaze finally focused on me, some of the wild tension in his body slowly
