Aurora's P.O.V

I heard the hum before I even opened my eyes, a soft, steady thread of sound that felt like it belonged to a room I had forgotten I used to live in. I thought at first it was a faraway radio, or the wind through the eaves, and because my head felt heavy and the world felt thin.

 I decided I must be dead; that was the only explanation that matched the memory pressing sharp and hot behind my ribs, the dagger, the way it slid in my hand, the way Lucas's laugh had ...