HANNAH
Willa didn’t say anything for a long time after I told her about the dream but all thoughts of Devin were gone now.
She sat close, gently rubbing my hands like she was trying to ease away the fear still clinging to me. I knew she must’ve picked up on it, on the way my voice shook, on the tightness in my face.
But I couldn’t help it. I kept seeing those eyes—Asher’s dead, glazed eyes, locked onto mine with a promise of death. I kept feeling his grip, dragging me toward that hole, that darkness full of things I couldn’t name.
I shivered again.
Maybe the memory would fade with time. I hoped it would.
When I couldn’t take the silence anymore, I whispered, “What do you think? Chase said it’s a warning like the other dreams I’ve had before.”
Willa’s expression turned serious. “It’
