Phoebe's POV
A deafening crash of thunder jolted me from sleep, my pulse hammering against my ribs. The sound was so violent it seemed to shake the entire building. I shot upright, every nerve on edge as I swept my gaze across the shadowy room. The cruel truth hit me—I was completely alone. The space next to me felt like ice, confirming that Perry still hadn't come back from wherever he'd disappeared to.
Staring through the window, I felt my brow furrow. The storm was unleashing hell outside, lightning slashing through the darkness like angry scars. A chill crawled up my spine as I pictured being stuck on that damned ship in weather like this. The memory of that vessel pitching and rolling with the savage waves crashed over me, and I couldn't suppress the relief flooding through my chest. At least we weren't trapped in that floating prison anymore, where this storm would've been our worst nightmare.
