"Riley, wake up."

Riley frowned. She really wished people would stop saying that to her. So far nothing good had come of those words. Despite her displeasure at having her sleep rudely interrupted, she managed to crack an eyelid to inspect the person who dared interlope on her good dreams. She should have known. It was her mother.

"Cilia," she whispered.

Whoa! Was that horrific croak really her voice? Riley's eyes popped open in surprise, an action she instantly ...