It’s more pain than Yako can ever remember experiencing in her life, a shock that’s so sudden she can’t even process it, and then she’s lying in the middle of the street again, facing Steven.

Her heart’s still pounding in her ears, and all she can think of is what the Coven said. It’s just a dream. It’s just a dream.

“Steven...” she croaks weakly, sitting up to shakily grip his shoulder, though it’s as much to confirm his state of mind as it is to steady herself. “Are you ... are you okay?”