The night was silent when Liora’s scream broke through it.

Draven was on his feet before he could think. He reached her side, pulling her upright. Her body trembled, sweat clinging to her face. Her eyes were open, but she wasn’t fully awake.

“Liora,” he said sharply. “Look at me.”

She blinked several times before her focus returned. “Fire,” she whispered. “Everything was burning.”

Draven held her shoulders. “It was a dream.”

She shook her head quickly. “No. ...