Rough fingers pinch my skin, that wet, slimy tongue running across my body. No. No. NO! “NOOOO!” I wake up screaming, a pair of hands shaking me gently. “Skyla, wake up! Little one, come on. Wake up!” Wesley says hurriedly. My eyes blink open to see the room dark and Wesley’s panic-stricken face before me. It takes me a moment for my heart to stop racing and my breathing to normalize before I shake my head. “Bad dream,” I mutter. Wesley opens his mouth to speak when the door is thrown open, Vincent, Asher, and Ronan spilling into the room, followed by Liam’s cursing from down the hall. “Stupid
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