Kana stirred awake, her body sluggish as though it had been pinned down all night. She blinked slowly, letting her eyes adjust to the dim light spilling through the curtains.
When she finally sat up, her gaze drifted toward the window. Beyond the glass stretched a horizon painted in red and gold.
For a moment, Kana froze. The glow was so rich, so deep, it could only mean one thing.
Her heart skipped.
Quickly, she turned her head toward the clock on the wall. The hands stood at six.
"Six?"
Kana muttered under her breath, eyes darting between the clock and the glowing horizon. The thought pierced her chest—had she slept through the entire day?
Was it already evening?
Her pulse quickened. Lysera—she had left Lysera in that sickbed. What if something had happened? Why hadn't anyone come to wake her? Why had Irielle let her sleep?
