Her scream had me bolting right up in bed and dashing into her room in seconds. There she was, in the middle of her king size bed, clutching the silk sheets to her chest, gasping for air, no sound passing through her lips as tears ran down her face. With no threat in her room, I turned to face her. "Ember?" she turned towards the sound of my voice, but her eyes were unfocused. "Marcus?" she whispered, her hand reaching ou...