TERESA'S P.O.V.
The living room felt colder than it should. The large windows let in streams of sunlight, but no amount of light could erase the shadows crawling inside me. I clutched Ollie tighter, his tiny hand resting on my neck as though he could sense the fear in me. I hadn't slept, and I doubted I ever would again in this place. The memory of Lucian—no, the beast he became—haunted me. His claws had swiped so close, the wind from the movement sharp against my skin.
