I didn’t know when sleep dragged me under, but I must have dozed off because the next thing I heard was the soft murmur of voices. My lashes fluttered open and I blinked into the dim light of the room.

I was surprised to see Stacy awake. She was sitting up carefully, like her body had just remembered it belonged to her. Zayne was still here, crouched by her pink bed, holding out a steaming mug of tea he had probably prepared while I was asleep, to her.

So I wasn’t dreaming. Everything with ...