Skylar

I gasp, the world snapping into focus like a photo coming to life. Ceiling tiles blur above me as my heart thunders in my chest, each beat echoing the confusion that tangles my thoughts. I try to rise, a primal urge to flee clawing at my insides, but gentle hands press against my shoulders—firm, yet filled with concern.

"Easy, Sky," Neo's voice is a soothing balm, his hands steady on me. He locks gazes with Alaric, and without a word, they communicate volumes in the ...