In the predawn darkness, the scream cut through like a razor.
Lila woke up with a start, her body conscious in a way that, due to past habits, she would never completely forget. For an instant, she was reaching for imaginary weapons and looking for threats that weren't there as her heart thumped against her ribs in the well-known rhythm of terror.
But then she saw Regan.
As the pale moonlight filtered through their curtains, he was sitting bolt upright in their handmade bed, his chest heaving and his skin glistening with perspiration. When his eyes were open, he saw something completely different—something from the past, from the life they had abandoned. He trembled with the kind of full-body tension that results from fighting battles while sleeping, and his hands were clenched into fi
