*Norah*
I jerk awake, the heartrending wail that ripped into my dreams still shimmering expectantly in the air like lightning streaking across the sky to forewarn the clap of thunder. "What in Goddess's name was that?" I whisper, not daring to breathe.
"River... dreaming," Julieta mumbles.
Dreaming? That terrified howl had come from someone trapped in the throes of a nightmare, a cry I've made often enough after Damon was taken. Years passed before the nightmares lessened and eventually succumbed to oblivion.
I scramble out of bed and cross over to Diego's bed. The child still sleeps peacefully. Are River's cries in the night so common that everyone is accustomed to them and simply sleeps on?
Quietly, I creep into the hallway. Somewhere a bed moans. Someone stirs. Then silence, thick,
