My fingers drummed against cracked leather as I stared at the bolted door, willing it to open. The boys should have been back by now. Not just hours ago, a day and a half ago. I closed my eyes, squeezing them against my rising panic. Daylight was fading fast, and with it, my hope of their safe return.

I looked back at my twin, her body still except for the occasional twitching of her fingers. We'd been identical once, right down to the freckle behind our right knee and it was strange, almost surreal looking at her, knowing she should be what I saw when I looked in a mirror.

She whimpered and I jerked into action. Left hand to her forehead, right to her pulse, hammering visibly through the delicate skin of her throat. It was a habit as familiar to me as breathing, a habit I longed to forget. "Damn it Lillith! Wake up. Now!"

Her eyes snapped open, their pupils blown to an incredible size as she tried to focus on the room before her. "What…" my twin caught sight of my dark expression and trailed off, taking a moment to collect herself. "It’s getting worse, isn’t it?"

I bit back a sigh and stood. It didn’t matter what I said, truth or lie, it would do nothing but upset her.