"Celine... Celine, wake up." Henry's voice was urgent, his hands cautiously shaking her shoulders.
Celine's eyes snapped open. She bolted upright, her breath hitching and cold sweat drenching her forehead. Her heart hammered against her ribs as if she had just run for miles. The image of Leo's stiff body in that cold room was still so vivid in her mind. It had been nothing more than a horrific nightmare.
"Leo... Leo!" Celine immediately tried to scramble out of bed with a sudden, jerky movement. The jolt made her head feel as though it had been struck by a blunt object. She winced, clutching her throbbing temples.
"Celine, calm down. Don't move so suddenly," Henry said, trying to hold her shoulders to keep her from falling off the bed.
"Why was I sleeping? How long have I been out?" Celine peppered Henry with rapid-fire questions, her voice panicked and hoarse. "How is Leo? What happened to him?"
