I frantically looked around, trying to recognize my surroundings. My forehead was slick with sweat. My hair was damp and clung to my face. A small sob escaped as I sat up, bringing my hand to my heart. "Jacey? Are you alright?" I turned to see Varick, jump up from the chair he had slept in. In a few quick steps, he was at my side, sitting across from me on the bed. He began to rub my arms briskly. "Varick," I wailed, a tear falling down my cheek. "Oh, Varick." "Jacey, what is it?" Varick's voice was thick with concern, his eyes anxiously searching my face. Tears fell down my cheeks as I clutched desperately at my heart. Varick's hands felt warm on my bare skin as he rubbed my arms to console me. "Varick, it was awful, just terrible." "What was? Tell me," Varick said softly. I shook my head, not wanting to recall the horrifying experience. "Was it the Fury?" Varick asked, trying to capture my eyes with his own.
