Genevieve's POV
The shrill sound cut through my dreams like a blade slicing through silk. I pressed my face deeper into the pillow, willing the noise to stop, but it continued its assault on my already pounding skull. Each ring felt like a hammer against my temples.
"Just stop already," I muttered against the cotton fabric.
The ringing persisted.
My arm shot out from beneath the blankets, fingers fumbling for the phone on my nightstand. Without opening my eyes or checking who was calling, I swiped to decline and held the power button until the device finally went silent.
Sweet silence at last.
I exhaled slowly and began drifting back toward sleep's embrace.
Then gravity abandoned me.
In an instant, I was airborne, my body hurled backward across the room. My spine connected with the wall with a sickening crack that drove all the air from my lungs. Agony spread across my shoulder blades as I crumpled to the floor in a twisted heap.
