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Of Darkness & Light: Blood Descent Book Two
I wake up screaming, kicking the blankets wrapped around me to the floor. Scrambling upright, I slam against the steel rails of a headboard, each one digging into my back. I pull my legs up to my chest, my eyes darting to every corner of the room. One small dresser, one sitting chair in the corner, one bedside table with a lamp and my phone—everything all white. No window.
I scoot to the edge of the bed, finding my Chucks tucked underneath. It’s then I realize I too am in all white. White t-shirt. White lounge pants. White socks.
What is going on?
Where am I?
How did I get changed into these clothes?
My heart momentarily comes to a screeching stop within my chest.
Am I at the center?
Am I… being held… at the center?
Do they know what I did at the diner?
Did Liv tell?
Every single one of my nightmares involving being tortured, tested on, and ultimately dissected returns with a vengeance. My stomach churns, the throbbing in my head intensifying until it feels like my brain might explode straight out of my skull, adding color to the walls. The room dips below me, then spins in dizzying circles as the walls close in.
I can’t breathe.
I claw at my shirt, my lungs full of concrete so nothing can get in or out. I’m going to suffocate. The walls move a little closer. I spread my arms out to slow them down. My fingers touch nothing but air, the walls where they’ve always been.
I need to get out of here.
I can’t be here.
I grab my phone and shoes as air swirls around me, the heavy weight of it pressing against my skin, making it even harder to breathe. My insides vibrate at a hundred miles an hour, the bed beneath my knees becoming less solid. The door in front of me opens. Sebastian calls my name, the tray in his hand crashing to the floor as he runs toward me, but it’s too late. I’m already gone.