Breathing with difficulty, Isadore awoke abruptly, brought back to consciousness by a sensation of cold and discomfort that made her skin crawl.
The eclipse.
Looking outside the window, trying to ignore the splashes of nightmares that had populated her troubled sleep, she found herself sighing wearily.
It had been as bad as all the previous times.
The pain was extinguished after having burned her heart to ashes and with the onset of unconsciousness it was weakness that overwhelmed her, stealing her breaths.
It was almost morning.
The sky was already streaked with the colors of the dawn meeting the horizon.
The space in the bed next to her was intact and Isadore found herself sighing.
She'd told Rhys he wouldn't be welcome but hadn't expected him to really respect her wishes, even
