Inside the dreamworld of Chloe’s coma, the shadows rippled like living oil. The air pressed thick and suffocating, and Chloe suddenly knew, she wasn’t alone.

Selene emerged from the dark, her eyes glowing silver-white, her gown flowing as though it were spun from smoke itself. Her smile was sharp and cruel. “There you are, little lamb. Still clinging to borrowed time.”

Chloe’s heart thundered. “Stay away from me.”

Selene tilted her head, amused. “Why should I? You cheated ...