Or the hole she had left in the world when she screamed.
My chest burned.
Not with flame.
With rage.
I angled downward, power surging through my veins, preparing to cut through the horde like a blade made of storm and fury.
I will not fail you, Little one.
Chapter 45
Seph
My head was blurry.
Whatever they had hit me with made the world spin and out of focus. My body felt heavy and numb.
Rough latex covered hands manhandled me.
“No. Stop,” I mumbled.
Over and over.
But they didn’t stop.
I slipped into a dream world. It was like stepping into pure light. Everything was white. Everything was too bright. It burned.
It hurt my eyes.
Where am I?
Seph.
A voice spoke. Or did it? It’s like it was in my head.
Hello?
I couldn’t make my mouth move. I could only call with my thoughts. But there, on the edge of my consciousness I felt a tickle, like a presence.
Someone I knew.
I am here
Who are you? Why can’t I see you?
I see you. I hear you.
A phantom touch glided over my cheek. I wanted to turn towards it.
But I couldn’t move.
Through the fog I could see a blurry form ahead of me. Like I was looking through a distorted glass. Shadowy figures without real form moved before me.
Slowly, surely, my eyes focussed.
And I saw… myself.
