Her heart pulsed in her throat. Blood drummed in her ears. She dove for Kara. Kara made a soft sound, like a cooing dove. She rolled over and continued to doze. Quinn shook her hard. “Wake up, Kara. Wake up!” Kara raised her head. She looked at Quinn through puckered eyes and yawned like she’d been asleep for centuries. “Huh? Whaa?” “There!” Quinn yelled. “Look!” Kara sat up drowsily. She looked around. “Where? What?” Quinn pointed a frantic finger at the other bed, but when she turned to look at it, the blood was gone. She leaped toward the bed and pulled back the covers. She flopped them this way and that, but there was no trace of blood. She swore it had been there a second ago—a deep, wet stain. She picked up the pillow—it was silky white, the duvet rosy pink. She let them fall from her hands. She blinked hard and rubbed her eyes. Her mind was hazy. She must have been dreaming. “What’s wrong with you?” said Kara. Quinn took a deep breath and exhaled.
