SAGE

“How do you feel, Sage?”

The voice echoed inside my head, too close, too intimate to belong to the world I knew. And it was familiar, yet unfamiliar at the same time.

It wasn’t Darius. And it wasn’t Adam. It was someone else… a woman. Yet, not Makeh.

My eyes fluttered open, one lagging behind the other as confusion wrapped thickly around me. For a heartbeat, I thought I was still in Peter’s living room—still slumped on the couch, waiting, listening, breathing in the familiar.

But that wasn’t where I was.

The couch was gone. Everything was gone.

I lay suspended in a gray void, an endless stretch of...