Kara

The nightmare didn’t just wake me. It shattered me.

I jolted upright in the cold tent, heart hammering like a beast desperate to escape my chest. My skin prickled with a fire I couldn’t douse, silver roots crawling beneath my flesh like they wanted to strangle me from the inside out.

The fae queen’s cruel laughter echoed in my ears, a cold, mocking sound that burrowed into my bones. “You belong to me.”

I swallowed hard, trying to claw back the sinking dread. But the weight of it pressed down, relentlessly.

The tent walls felt too close, stifling. I needed air. Anything to escape the echo of that voice....