His skin is hot under her hands — it's always been warm but this is like a fever — and smoke sort of swirls around his skin in loose curls when he stirs. Spark whines and paws at his shoulder, then licks Aurora's cheek nervously. Delsin's eyelids flutter.

"What happened?" he breathes out. He feels foggy and distant. And so cold. Then he remembers. "Where's Reggie?"