When I reached her, I felt like an idiot. Christina's eyes were hollow and wide, possessing none of the mania that Naomi's had. She was just terrified and at the touch of my hand on her shoulder, she fell into my arms, sobbing and repeating, "I'm sorry," over and over.

"I'll see if a paramedic will give her a sedative," Rohan said into my ear.

I gripped his hand. "Tell them she did Sweet Tooth. Let them know she can't have anything that conflicts with it." He nodded and I ...