Tamara couldn't focus during morning training. The image of Theo's silver-touched face haunted her. Every time she blinked, she saw those glowing eyes. That wrong smile.
"You're distracted," Marcus said, easily blocking her punch.
"Sorry. Didn't sleep well."
"Neither did Theo," Jeremy mentioned from across the training ground. "Heard him screaming around three in the morning. Bad dreams again."
Tamara's stomach twisted. Dreams. Or visions?
After training, she found Theo sitting alone by the lake. In daylight, the corruption was easier to see. Silver veins pulsed under his skin like living things. His hands shook constantly now.
"We need to talk," she said.
"Not here." His voice was hoarse. Raw. Like he'd been screaming. "Tonight. Shadow realm. I have to show you something."
"Theo,
