Waking Nightmare

Magnus’s POV

"Oh... yes... harder... baby..."

My mother's voice filters through the attic door, breathy and strained, each word pulled from somewhere deep in her throat.

I'm seven years old and small enough that the attic stairs feel steep and endless under my feet.

"Give it to me..."

Fear shoots through my chest and spreads into my limbs. Someone is hurting her.

Father is away in London and he wi