The master bedroom had fallen into an eerie stillness. Mailah lay beside Grayson's unconscious form, her breathing deep and rhythmic, lost in the realm of dreams. To any observer, she appeared peacefully asleep—her face serene, her body relaxed against the burgundy silk sheets.
But appearances, as Vivienne knew all too well, could be devastatingly deceptive.
Dr. Soren Morrison stood beside the bed, his practiced eyes moving between the various monitoring devices he'd arranged around the room.
Soft blue lights pulsed in rhythm with Mailah's heartbeat, while other instruments tracked her brain activity with gentle electronic whispers.
"How long has it been?" Vivienne asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper in the hushed room.
"Twelve minutes," Soren replied, adjusting one of the monitors.
Though in dream time, Mailah could have experienced hours already.
