R A V E N N A
I didn’t know when sleep had taken me.
One moment, Zane’s breath was warm against my shoulder, the steady rise and fall of his chest soothing my soul in the quiet dark. The next, I was no longer in our bedroom. I was running.
The storm was furious, roaring winds howled through the trees like the cries of mourning spirits, and sheets of icy rain crashed down from a bruised-black sky. Lightning forked across the heavens, illuminating the world in stark, flickering flashes. Day had turned into night in a blink, but not the kind of night that brought rest.
It was a war torn night.
My bare feet pounded against wet earth as mud splattered up my legs. My lungs burned, my heart thundered. Something deep and primal clawed at my chest, the kind of fear that speaks to the soul befo
