Chapter Twelve
The air in Nola’s lungs froze. There was no way for her to breathe. Nothing for her to do. Fear had consumed her body.
Emanuel would have made sure of that.
The dome spun for a second before everything went black.
“Magnolia,” a distant and unfamiliar voice called. “Magnolia, are you all right?”
No! the voice in Nola’s head screamed. Nothing is all right. Nothing has ever been all right!
But her lips formed other words as her eyes fluttered open. “I’m fine.”
She was in the medical wing, on a bed with a bright light overhead.
Doctor Mullins leaned over her, concern wrinkling her brow.
“What happened?” Nola tried to sit up, but the doctor placed a firm hand on her shoulder, pressing her back onto the bed.
“You fainted,” Doctor Mullins said. “In the Amber Dome. Do you
