I sat on the edge of Melinda's bed while she went to find me some clean clothes, my bones aching with a tiredness that went beyond physical exhaustion. Luna was unusually quiet, like she was saving her strength for what was coming. After what we'd seen in those visions, I couldn't blame her.
The symbols on my neck throbbed in time with my heartbeat, each pulse sending whispers of ancient knowledge through my veins. Twenty-four hours. That's all I had before whatever was inside me fully awakened.
When Melinda returned with a soft t-shirt and sweatpants, I accepted them with a grateful smile that felt brittle even to me.
"I'm going to check on Marcus and the others," she said, squeezing my shoulder. "You rest here for a bit. I'll be back with food—and don't argue about eating. Even prophe
