Dawn broke gently, its fragile light creeping into the bedroom, and Zavier woke first.

Heat had dragged him out of sleep—a sweltering warmth pressed against him, dampening the fabric of his robe. For a moment, he lay still, disoriented by the sensation; then his eyes opened, setting upon Selena’s flushed face, unnaturally red.

Reaching out, his fingers brushed her skin—scorching hot. Panic pulled him upright, and he hurried downstairs.

“Call Dr. ...