"Ivan, wake up!" Jaya shouted, her voice breaking.
It didn't matter. She'd called to him at least a dozen times, he didn't acknowledge her. At first, when she realized he was deep in the grips of a terrible nightmare she'd said his name softly, thinking to jar him out of it without fully waking him. But as the dream progressed and she'd been forced to watch him thrash and twist on his bed in the clutches of one of the most frightening night terrors she could imagine, she began pacing her cage and calling to him with increasing volume.
Jaya gripped the bars of her cage and stared around trying to figure out what to do. She could barely make him out in the shadowy room, his tall form lit by only the dim moonlight filtering through the curtained windows. She squinted at the corner she'd see
