A loud gasp escaped Tatiana's lips as she snapped out of her nightmare. She was breathing hard, beads of sweat dripping down her forehead as she immediately sat up.

Her eyes darted and fell on Cassius, who was working on his system.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice dripping with concern as he rose from the chair.

"Cash!" She yanked off the duvet and swung her feet down. She dashed toward him and hugged him tight. "You're alive... you're okay," she sobbed on his chest.

"Alive?" His perfect brows creased, and his hand reached for her hair.

"Dylan? Where's Dylan!" She suddenly broke the hug, worry blanketing her...