Chapter 32

Callista melted into the couch, numb to the bone. Dominic and Bianca's voices washed over her like static. It was distant, warped, the sound one could hear when three seconds from drowning.

It was the kind of nightmare where the set pieces bend, crack, then implode. The dream floor had given out. She was free-falling through ink-black air.

"Mrs. Vance? Mrs. Vance!" The urgent voice cut through her