Eleven

I closed my eyes, and seconds later, I opened them, frantically panting, my heart beating wildly and sweating.

"Lippy?" I look up at Camila, who looks pale. "Are you okay?"

I continue to pant and remember where I am. Everyone was looking at me, either oddly confused or worried. Kaze, still on my lap, whimpers with concern. I brush my hair back and exhale sharply. We are still on the jet. I rub my face and inwardly curse myself that I dreamt something like that. I thought I died...again.

I noticed Dominic had a worried look but did not budge to move because of that one person blocking him. At the same time, Malik and Clayton had their head in my direction with expressions of curiosity.

"Here, drink some water," Camila hands me a bottle of cold water. I took it from her and immediately drank till it was halfway.

"Thanks," I wipe my mouth. My heart starts to slow down its pace enough to relax a bit. "How long was I asleep?" I ask.

"You only shut your eyes for five minutes."

Only five?

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