Page 94 of Demon the Unveiling


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"Alone," I whispered to the indifferent stars. "That's all we'll ever be."

A wave of dizziness washed over me, and sickness churned in my belly. The world spun into a blur of dark shapes and half-seen tents. Not whiskey, not drunkenness.

"Drugged," I realised, panic slicing through the fog. I forced myself to my feet, and naked and unsteady, I stumbled toward the medical tent. The cool night air bit at my exposed skin, but the shiver that ran down my spine wasn't from the cold. Something was very wrong, but I couldn’t focus my thoughts.

"Almost there," I muttered, half-delirious, forcing one foot in front of the other.

A sharp hiss cut through the silence, and pain exploded in my side. I stumbled, hand clamping over my side. A dart. My knees buckled and the ground rushed up to meet me.

"Damn it," I gasped, the world tilting dangerously.

A shadow loomed over me, blocking out the sparse starlight. A man's face came into hazy view, lips curved in a sickeningly familiar smile.

"Alastor," he said, voice smooth as silk and twice as treacherous.

Recognition sparked terror deep in my gut. I tried to speak but my lips wouldn't cooperate. His smile widened, and darkness clawed at the edges of my vision.

"Sariel…" I choked out, her name a prayer cast into the Heavens.

Then everything went dark.

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