Afterward, all that he would remember about the dream would be a deep sense of claustrophobia. An intense heat. A desperate feeling of dread. But the details were washed clean the moment he sprang awake, reaching for the knife under his pillow.

Panting in the dark, Curtis blinked until Grey's face swam into focus.

"Jesus Christ," he said, dropping back onto his pillow with a wary sigh. "What is it?"