Book 2: One Heart

Anwen

I pluck at the neck of my wedding clothes and look at myself in the mirror.

“You look like shit,” Baz says from the bed behind me. Despite Estrella’s efforts, he’s still healing.

“Thanks.” He’s right, though. Sundrop’s bright colors just kind of make me look sick. And the damned thing is so starched, it crunches every time I try to move my arms. I don’t know what I pictured wearing to my wedding, but—

“Fuck!” Heartrending pain rips through my chest. I grab the mirror for support and still almost keel over.

Baz pushes himself up and wobbles closer. “What?”

I claw at my shirt, but I already fucking know. It feels like something is eating me from the inside out, but I’m going to be uninjured.

Someone is trying to kill Estrella.

I roar as another wave of agony washes through me.

“Get—someone. Anyone,” I spit.

“What’s hap—”

I don’t stick around to hear the end of his sentence.

The shift takes m