A few hours later, the Ravenstein estate was bathed in the moon's soft glow. It was nighttime, and most of the personnel in the estate had gone to sleep.
Atticus's eyes jolted open from his slumber. Beads of sweat clung to his forehead, and his back was completely drenched with perspiration.
His breathing was labored, and he quickly sat up straight in bed. He touched his forehead with his right arm, muttering, "Not again."
After a few seconds, he managed to catch his breath. He stood up and swung his legs off the king-sized mattress he had been lying on.
Atticus headed straight to his bathroom and quickly washed his face with water.
'I can't sleep,' he thought. Atticus had been trying all night to rest, but he kept seeing the scene with Ember and Ronad replay in his mind.
