Sera couldn't sleep.
That wasn't new. She'd had trouble sleeping for years, ever since the vampire attack, ever since she'd heard her best friend scream and done nothing. The nightmares came less often now, but the restlessness remained. The feeling that something was watching. That something was waiting.
Tonight was worse than usual.
The training had been brutal. Derek's new staff had arrived, and he'd been testing it against everyone, pushing his ghosts harder than ever. Mason's heat shields were holding longer. Cora's phasing was nearly silent. Lucian had run them through drill after drill until their arms shook and their lungs burned.
Sera had performed well. Her life sense had expanded again—she could feel the pulse of everyone in the Keep now, could distinguish between the guards on the walls and the cooks in the kitchen and the senior hunters in their quarters.
But she couldn't shut it off.
