The voice was soft, a faint whisper that curled around the edges of my dreams and pulled me into wakefulness. "Idalia…" it called, gentle yet insistent. My eyelids fluttered open, my room bathed in the pale silver glow of moonlight streaming through the frost-covered windows. I blinked, momentarily disoriented, before the voice came again, clearer this time. "Idalia, come…"
I sat up abruptly, my breath fogging in the frigid air. Theo's arm unconsciously tightened on me but then his arm went limp.
It wasn't a voice I recognised, yet there was something familiar about its tone, something that tugged at a hidden part of me. My heart hammered in my chest as I slid my bare feet onto the cold stone floor. The chill bit into my skin, but I barely noticed. The voice beckoned, and I couldn't ignore it.