Liona's POV
The wooden bed frame creaked and groaned, shaking so hard that the metal joints rattled.
At first, I thought the floorboards were shifting beneath us, but then my eyes landed on Azura.
It was not the bed at all.
Her entire body trembled violently, her muscles tensing up as if something terrifying was locked inside her, desperately trying to claw its way out of her skin.
Her eyes stayed tightly shut, but her face twisted into a mask of pure agony.
Heavy tears leaked from the corners of her eyelids, tracking wet paths down her pale cheeks.
She was weeping in her sleep, trapped in a nightmare that refused to let her go.
I rushed to the side of the bed, my own hands shaking as I reached out and grabbed her shoulders.
"Azura," I pleaded, giving her a firm shake. "Azura, please wake up."
But she did not stir. The frantic trembling only grew worse.
I shook her again, raising my voice to pierce through whatever horror she was seeing.
"Azura! Wake up!"
