Nana turns, yawning and stretching. She feels Lana’s energy, faint but present, flickering weakly in her chest. It’s there, alive, and it’s enough to let her breathe for the first time in what feels like forever. This is the best sleep she’s had in years, but her peace shatters the moment she feels a presence looming over her.

Her eyes fly open, her body tense and alert. She’s met with a face that steals her breath.

A long, dark mane of messy hair cascades over a sharp ...