I OPENED MY EYES, and my room came slowly into focus. Then I blinked. I could have sworn I'd left my bed unmade that morning. But now it was made with perfect hospital corners, the pillows neatly fluffed. And there, on my patchwork, was a single red rose. For one moment, I wounded if Christopher had left it for me. A small card was tucked beneath the rose's Thorny stem. A ragged breath caught my throat. On the card, printed in all-too-familiar capital letters and underlined three times, were five ominous words: WE WILL BE TOGETHER. SOON. shadowlands will keep you guessing until the vary last page. KATE BRIAN