26AuraAura opened her eyes. The details of the wooden carvings on the ceiling slowly came into view. Her head pounded, and her body ached. As the memories flooded back to her, the tears returned. I had no control. The red eyes of the Sight peered into her soul. Its voice echoed in her ear.
A hand grabbed hers.
“Felipe?” she said, turning, only to see Adie looking at her.
Worry filled her eyes. “Oh, Aura, I was so scared! I thought I was going to lose you!” Adie said, squeezing her sister’s hand.
She lay next to her on the bed, facing her, and gently pushed loose curls away from Aura’s face. Her braid had loosened, and strands had matted to her face from the tears and ash clumping in her hair.
“I had no control. I don’t even remember how the Sight got there . . . How I . . .” Her memor
