Caitlyn’s POV

The storm outside raged as if the heavens themselves were at war. Thunder cracked through the sky, shaking the windows of my small bakery, while the rain pounded against the glass. It was the kind of night that made the hairs on my arms stand on end, though I knew deep down that it wasn’t the storm outside that unsettled me. It was the one brewing inside my home.

Kane had barely slept since the last nightmare, and when he did, he woke up shaking, drenched in sweat, whispering things in a voice that wasn’t his. I had stayed by his side all night, but exhaustion clawed at...