Morning arrived slowly on Barasi Island.

Sunlight slipped through the tall glass windows of the guest wing, painting soft gold lines across the floor. Winona woke with a strange heaviness in her chest. For a moment, she did not remember where she was. Then she heard the ocean and the distant cry of birds.

The island. The party. The woman in red. She sat up carefully and placed a hand on her stomach.

"Are you awake?" Ares questioned quietly from the chair near the window.

He had not slept ...