Callista walked until her legs ached and the cold air had numbed her skin, until her mind was clearer, and the panic had subsided. She didn't stop until she'd reached her destination.

The river. The place she'd found herself on a warm night just a few days ago.

She looked out across the dark, glittering water, breathing in the scent of salt and sea. Her hands curled into fists, and for a moment, she allowed herself to feel the weight of her situation.

This was her home and life now, and ...