Cassian’s POVThe clock on Rhett’s bedside table is annoyingly glowing red, 3:14 AM.I’ve been wide awake for over an hour now, just staring blankly up at the ceiling while my head spins in circles. Outside through the blinds, that stupid full moon is still extremely bright in the middle of the pitch-black sky, staring right back down at me. Everything in this room feels weird. It feels too hot, my bed feels hard, my pajama is still soaked in sweat from a terrifyingly real nightmare… the list goes on. Even though I’ve checked my hands about twenty times to make sure my fingers are normal and not sprouting claws, my heart is still thumping hard and I feel very breathless, llike I actually just ran ten miles.I roll over onto my side, grabbing my phone off the bedside table.Across the room, Rhett’s bed is empty. The sheets are made, the pillow is untouched…Yeah…. Seems like he didn’t come back.I let out an irritated breath and pick up my phone, staring down at our text thread. My th
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