I was not asleep.

I couldn’t.

Not after I held that old book in my hands, the one that at last provided us with the answers, only to tear them away with the last page missing. Selene stayed behind in the library to document what we had, while Maya dragged me back into the main hall, muttering that I needed water, rest, sanity... anything.

But my thoughts were fastened to the image of those torn threads.

Long before we got there, the one thing that could save Michael was ...