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Lost in the distraction of engaged muscles, the demon presence faded. She’d found peace in the flow of her movements.
Not an hour after her workout, in the quiet of the room, she felt it claw its way back from wherever she’d pushed it. Frustration warred with anger. She’d thought she was over this. Over the second-guessing. Over the rage at what Zosma and Regina had done to her. Over weakness and despair and unknowns. But, no one had talked about this thing implanted inside her. No one had said that the crazed creature who’d woken from that experimental sleep was a part of her.
Away from the Rishis, hidden on a beach, closer to freedom then she’d been in a year, she’d never been closer to losing herself.
Her fury at her circumstance fed the fury of the creature that wanted nothing m
