Irvin's POV
I jolted awake, my heart hammering against my ribs.
For several seconds, I lay there staring at the ceiling, my breath coming in uneven gasps.
What the hell?
Cold sweat clung to my shirt collar. I couldn't distinguish between dream and reality for a terrifying moment.
The nightmare replayed behind my eyelids—my father, Will Jenkin, positioned far too intimately near Davina...
pressing his lips against hers.
I shot upright, my chest heaving. "What the fuck?" I whispered, grinding my palm against my forehead. Nausea churned in my gut.
Why would my subconscious conjure something so vile? Out of every possible nightmare, why did it have to involve my father and my girlfriend?
It was revolting.
Twisted.
I scrubbed my eyes viciously, desperate to erase the sickening vision. Just a dream, I reminded myself. Nothing real. Dreams were meaningless.
