A soft, broken whimper escaped Evelyn's lips. “Mm… hhn…” Her body twisted under the covers, cold sweat soaking through her nightgown. Her fingers clenched the sheet, her knuckles turning white. "Hh—ah…" Roman stirred beside her.

His arm tightened around her waist, then loosened when he felt her trembling. "Lyn?" He called out groggily. She didn't answer. Her breathing turned ragged, sharp gasps echoed through the darkness. Roman's brows knitted. “Hey."

He pushed himself up, reaching for her face. Her skin was cold, and clammy. "Wake up. Lyn, wake up."

"Mm—ngh—"

Her head thrashed on the pillow. "Evelyn." He tapped her cheek, firmly. "Wake up."

"Ah—!"

She jolted upright. A loud...