QUENNOR’S POV
She’s thrashing, her body wracked with panic as her dreams turn into a nightmare too real to escape. Her legs kick violently against the blankets, hands clawing at the air, as if trying to push away an unseen terror. Her whimpers twist into gut-wrenching sobs, and I can feel my chest tightening with dread.
“No, no, no, please,” she murmurs, her voice raw and broken, pleading with someone only she can see. I freeze for a moment, my heart hammering in my chest.
God, no. Not this.
I sit up fast, fear making my movements sharp as I lean over her. “Baby, baby,” I call softly, trying to keep my voice steady, to not startle her more. I shake her shoulders gently, just enough to bring her back from whatever nightmare is swallowing her whole.
Her body trembles, like she’s fightin
