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Things would work out. They had to.
I yanked the sheets off the bed. The bed was massive—emperor size, of course. And these Titans were big.
I flattened the sheets out and rolled them up into long cigars, forming a thick rope and twisted them. Then I tied them together one end to the other.
“They won’t be long enough.”
I screamed at the voice in the darkness and pressed my back to the wall.
No one else should have been in my room. Only me.
I was too late. They’d already come for me.
A Changeling stepped from the darkness and appraised my handiwork.
“What if the knots were to slip?” he said. “You’d fall to your death. And where would that get you?”
“Please,” I said between panting breaths, a cold sweat breaking out on my forehead. “Give me another chance. Please. I know I can do it. I know I can. I’ve done so well already—”
“You have failed in your mission,” the Changeling said. “You know the rules. You had until tonight to convince him. And you failed.”
“Wait,” I said. “The night isn’t over yet! I still have a few more minutes! Please!”
The creature reached into his pocket and extracted a device, a device that made my skin crawl. I curled up into a tight ball and wept.
“No!” I screamed. “No! Please! No!”
No matter how much I begged, no matter how much I pleaded, the Changeling would not bestow me any pity.
Just as he hadn’t before…
Two days earlier, I was born.
At least, it felt that way…
I bolted upright and breathed in a deep gasping mouthful of sweet oxygen as if I’d just escaped the depths of a cavernous swimming pool.
I gasped, barely managing to push the breath out before the next one came. I coughed and sputtered, hoping to shift something lodged deep in my throat. But nothing was in my throat. It had simply closed up, turning very narrow as if I’d been in a very deep state of sleep.
I slapped a hand on the nearest solid surface—a ridge wrapped around me. Was I in some sort of bath? I thought. I curled my humungous thighs over it and fell onto the hard floor.
Something pressed against my throat.
Like fingers attempting to strangle me.
I swiped at them and struck someone’s arms.
“Get away from me!” I screamed. “Get away!”
“All right, all right,” a voice said. “No need for the amateur dramatics.”
I skidded back, got to my feet, and peered at the space around me. My vision was still blurry. I could hardly make anything out, save a bunch of square floating blocks of color.
The man moved from one side of the room to the other. He wore a square block of white. A doctor’s jacket?
“You will experience some confusion and a lack of coordination,” the voice said.
He picked up a metal implement from a side table and put it back down again.
