Gwen's POV "Gwen, please," he said, reaching out, his eyes pleading, desperate. "Calm down. Breathe. This is good, actually. It's better this way. Now I can really help you, without lies between us. I can tell you everything that happened. I can contact your family, your brother Christian, who called looking for you. I can—" "No, no, no," I kept whispering like a mantra, shaking my head violently even though every movement sent fresh waves of pain crashing through my skull. Nothing made sense, and at the same time, everything did. Both realities existed at once, tearing my mind in opposite directions, splitting me straight down the middle. That was when the cabin door flew open with a loud, violent creak, as if someone had shoved it hard. Freezing air rushed into the small, warm space, making the flames in the fireplace leap wildly and sending ash swirling into the air. Nick and I turned at the same time, our bodies reacting on instinct, eyes snapping toward the intrusion.
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