Chapter Eight - The Voice I Lost
The scent reached me before I opened my eyes.
Cedar. Rain. Smoke from a dying fire.
It wrapped around me so completely that, for one confusing second, my body forgot how to panic.
Then memory hit.
The growl outside my door.
My mother’s face.
Damon’s message telling me not to come downstairs.
I woke with a sharp breath.
The ceiling above me was white, not dark wood. Soft lights glowed along the walls. A monitor pulsed beside the bed, tracking the frantic rhythm of my heart, while an IV line ran into the back of my hand.
I stared at it.
Nope.
Absolutely not.
My stomach twisted, and I looked away before the sight could make me dizzy.
The room smelled clean and medicinal, but it was not a hospital. The windows were too large. The furniture was too
