DAVA gripped the edge of the kitchen counter, her knuckles white. "I am not playing games, Skye. And you did more than throwing us away. You left us to die.".

Skye jumped back as if she had struck him. The brief flash of vulnerability across his face was swiftly followed by a mask of cold fury. "Get some sleep, Dava. You're about to keel over. You're too white, and Nikki needs a well mother, not some ghost who can't keep her feet under her."

"I don't understand, Skye," Dava replied, shivering with exhaustion and anger. "What did I do that was so terrible? Why do you hate me so intensely?...