Later that night, the sprawling Vanguard estate was completely silent.
But inside the master bedroom, Kaya was fighting a war.
She twisted violently in the center of the massive, silk-sheeted California King bed. Her brow was coated in a cold, heavy sweat, her hands clenching the expensive fabric so tightly her knuckles were white.
Dirt. Blood. The sickening, metallic smell of raw meat and ozone. The suffocating heat of the Venom-tooth Canyons.
In her first life, Kaya's nightmares had always been about the battlefield. She was a soldier first and foremost. Her night terrors used to be filled with the deafening roar of artillery, the lifeless eyes of fallen comrades, and the blood of companions she couldn't save bleeding out in the dirt.
