Aurora opened her eyes in the middle of the night. Her body was drenched in sweat, her breathing ragged, as if she had run miles in her sleep. Her skin burned, but not from fever—from something she couldn't name. She threw the covers aside and sat on the edge of the bed, her hands on her knees, trying to calm down.

It didn't help. Her chest burned. Her throat scratched. His name still throbbed in the back of her memory, mixed with the scene she should never have ...