Noah POV

Everything hurts and none of it is working.

My body isn't mine right now. I know that the way you know things when the knowing doesn't help—it's just a fact sitting in the middle of everything else, calm and useless. My arms won't go where I tell them. My legs won't push the way they're supposed to. I curse Vark in my head, every name I have for him, and the sound doesn't make it out of my throat. My voice is somewhere I can't reach.

The edges of the room are ...