Siana woke up in Naerin’s arms, which was fast becoming her favorite place to wake up. The problem was that it was still dark. She didn’t know if it was late or early, just that she didn’t need to be awake yet. She tried to go back to sleep, but there was something wrong. Something was deeply and desperately wrong somewhere, but she couldn’t pinpoint it or figure out where it was coming from. She pulled slowly away from Naerin and sat up, trying to follow where the feeling was coming ...