ARYA

I paced back and forth outside Maya's room, gripping the strands of my hair in frustration. Skye had put my sister to sleep and had brought a strange herbal remedy, claiming it would soothe my sister's discomfort. The door to Maya's room creaked open, and Skye shut the door behind her. She was dressed in a silver jacket, a black T-shirt, pants and boots. She looked like she'd just left the set of an action movie. Her piercing blue eyes met mine.

"She's stable now," she told ...