The tension in the room shifts, becoming something less volatile but equally complex. Cole positions himself at the foot of Tink's bed, arms crossed over his broad chest, while Nero takes up position near the door again. I pull a chair toward the bed, dropping into it with the bone-deep exhaustion of a doctor who's been on shift too long. My vision blurs momentarily, the fluorescent lights swimming above me, and I realize I haven't slept since finding Tink nearly twenty-four hours ago. The ...