KIRA

I woke to someone pounding on my door.

"Kira!" Lyra's voice, urgent. "Open up. Now!"

I stumbled out of bed, still in yesterday's blood-stained clothes. When I opened the door, she pushed past me, her expression frantic.

"You need to come with me. Right now."

"What's wrong?"

"It's Dante. He's—" She stopped, her voice breaking. "Something's wrong with him. The healers can't figure it out. He's asking for you."

Fear spiked through me. "What do you mean something's wrong?"

"He ...