Chapter 182: The Panic Sets In

Carter suddenly woke up with a racing heart, like his bed was empty and he was alone. He had a ridiculous fear that she was gone, and he had dreamed everything that had happened previously. It felt like a dream with how he only remembered bits and pieces of it. It was like there were lost fragments of time. He flung his hand beside himself with a gasp, searching for Ariana and finding a leather-bound journal. He sighed and groaned, rubbing his temple and closing eyes. He sniffed and stretched his arms over his head before rolling over to look at the time. 3 A.M. He was up at fucking three in the morning.

"Shit," Carter whispered and rolled back over to stare at Ariana.