Kieran’s POV
I was half-asleep, my back hurting from the springs in the small sofa bed, when I heard it.
Someone was moaning on the other side of the room. Low at first, then higher-pitched, long and drawn out like a keening wail. My eyes shot open in the darkness, and in my partially asleep state, I didn’t know what it was for a moment. A banshee, perhaps? Or, more likely, an intruder.
The wails grew louder, turning from cries into shouts, like someone was being attacked. I shot bolt upright and turned toward the noise, only to realize that it was Charlotte.
I stared at her for a moment, not sure what to do. She was thrashing in bed, kicking her legs beneath the covers, and the sounds she was making… It was like she was underwater, desperately clawing at the air.
I was
