Darren

            I took a step toward the door before I heard a hum from Dayanara. I turned to look at her and noticed her moving quickly, her face intent and focused on Lyle’s body.

She placed a hand on his forehead, a thoughtful wrinkle between her brows. “This is strange,” she said, and the uncertainty in her voice startled me. Her hands traced his throat, then hovered over his heart, a dawning realization on her face. “This is divine magic,” she said, eyes wide. ...