Stumbling backwards, I crash back first into the pale ice wall behind me. No matter how fast I breathe, nothing makes it down into my lungs. I throw my hands out and brace myself against the cool wall behind me while I desperately try to breathe through the panic. Draven’s hand appears underneath my chin, raising my head. Worry swirls in his eyes when I meet his gaze. “Selena,” he begins. “Nothing is real,” I gasp out.
