Poke. Wake up.
Grumble, mumble.
Poke, poke. You must wake.
Sigh. Breath.
Gasp.
I sat up and shot to my feet in the same motion, staggering as I fought for balance. But my physical body didn't matter.
Didn't.
Not when I couldn't feel my magic.
Correction. Not all of it. Demon? Missing. Shaylee? Nowhere to be felt. Vampire?
Yes, she sent. I'm here with you.
Relief and panic and fear and burning rage heating to eruption warred inside me as I looked up and around the small stone room with the low slung bed and a black wool blanket. I saw the tall, thin window, old rippled glass looking out over what looked like mountains, a fat and heavy moon shining in on me.
Mountains?