The hinges trembled when the door crashed open.

Breathless, Maya rushed inside, her hair sticking to her forehead as if she had run across half the camp. "Matilda," she said, pausing upon seeing my face. "You appear to already be aware."

Yes, I did.

As soon as I woke up, I sensed it. Michael's soul seemed to be grinding against itself, and I felt a horrible pull in the bond and a strong quake beneath my ribs.

"What took place?" I got up from the cot and asked.

Maya took a while to ...