Ezra
I screamed out, gripping the sheets. Beads of sweat dripped from my face and my breath was unsteady. The familiar smell of honey drew back my consciousness. My room. I'm in my room. Thank goodness. It was only a bad dream.
I tried to steady my breathing. "It was just a dream, Ezra. There's nobody named Syrus and you were just seeing things. Yes, that's all it is. Nothing else."
Just then the sound of something crashing drew my attention. I froze. Something's not right.
Suddenly, I started shivering. It felt like someone placed ice on my chest.
The atmosphere was thick with something. Fear. My fear.
The fear I was feeling was nothing compared to the sensation I experienced in my dream. Something or someone was here and whoever they were, they didn't have good intentions.
