Luna’s POV
I can’t stop shaking, which is stupid because I know I’m not in any danger, but my body doesn’t seem to understand that logic. The adrenaline still courses through me from my fight, flight or freeze response, making my limbs feel heavy and electric all at once.
I couldn’t sleep, which isn’t unusual for me, but being in a strange room in a strange bed just exacerbated my chronic insomnia. Every tiny creak of the house settling, of the faint, distant noises of the night outside, disturbed me from my already fitful slumber, dragging me back to full alertness just as I started to drift.
After six hours of tossing and turning, the sheets tangled around my legs, I thought that maybe a glass of water would help calm my body enough to get a few hours of much needed sleep. I slipped q
