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They’re awake.

Thank fucking God.

I drop beside Mariah, and she grabs my arms. “Sage.”

“I’ve got you.”

“No.” She shakes her head violently. “No, no, no.”

“What happened?”

“We were dreaming.”

The relief that carried me into this room disappears.

“About what?”

Her attention shifts past me toward the doorway.

Ezra, Rhett, and Malakai have followed me upstairs.

The second Mariah sees them, she scrambles backward. “No. Get them away.”

I turn. “Guys.”

They stop.

Mariah raises a trembling hand toward them. “They die.”

The words steal the air from my lungs.

“What?”

“We saw it.”

“Saw what?”

“The field. The table.”

Ali wipes frantically at her face. “The three masks.”

Then Mariah notices Rhett’s wrist.

LIVING.

“It already started.”

Rhett looks down at the mark. “What started?”

“The Harvest,” Ali whispers.

Malakai takes a step forward.

“NO!”

He immediately stops.

Mariah stares at him. “You’re next.”