Chapter NineteenKelia jerked to a sitting position, the lyrax pelts spilling off her body. Mouth agape, she exhaled frantic breath after frantic breath. Had she screamed? Her eyes flicked toward the entrance to her bedroom, but neither Nyla nor Liana came rushing in to check on her.
She clambered to her feet, moving toward the basin of water in the corner. After lowering its temperature to a refreshing coolness, she used her hands to scoop water out and splash it on her face. She gripped the edges of the basin, trying to steady herself. Her breathing had not slowed.
Another nightmare. The same one as before, only much more vivid. Her shared consultation seemed to have the effect of making the ghastly images crisper, more lifelike. Harder to escape, impossible to forget.
She spoke a soft
