ELEVEN - SEBASTIAN

I woke up from a deep sleep when I heard muffled sounds of pain. My eyes were blurry from being tired and drunk, and I blinked them slowly to try to figure out where I was. Yellow light from the street lamps outside snuck in around the edges of the curtains. The thin fingers of light made the shadows around the bed deep and slippery.

I saw Nikita's body twist in fear this time when she cried out again. She was on her stomach at the far end of the king-sized bed. Her face was pressed against the pillow as she fought blindly against an enemy she couldn't see.

She pulled at the smooth sheets and jerked as if she were getting hit hard. The next cry made me feel like my heart was going to break.

When my body finally caught up, it jerked forward. I pushed the blankets back and crawled across the space between us, grabbed her shoulder, and rolled her toward me, flipping her over onto her back.

“Nikita!” She hit back, so I grabbed her wrists. "Nikita, wake up!"

She opened her eyes wide a