Jolie POV

I can't sleep.

Ryder's arm is heavy across my waist, his breathing deep and even against my neck. Outside, the wind picks up through the trees, carrying the scent of snow.

My skin tingles. The silver light beneath the surface pulses with every heartbeat, brighter than it's ever been.

"You feel it too." Elena's voice drifts through the darkness.

I sit up carefully, not wanting to wake Ryder. "Feel what?"

"She's calling you." Elena stands in the doorway, backlit by moonlight. "Come. ...