Lynn's POV

The scream pulled me out of sleep like a hand around my throat.

I was in the hallway before I was fully awake, bare feet on cold floor, moving on instinct. Grayson was already at Lira's door. He hit it a half-second before I did.

She was curled against the headboard, knees to her chest, shaking so hard the whole frame rattled. The heat coming off her was wrong — not fever-wrong, something deeper. Something tectonic.

"Mommy." Her voice broke on the word. ...