Gwendolyn drifted in and out of consciousness for several days.
Whenever she came awake for a few seconds, she was engulfed in a searing, hot pain, and she thrashed uncontrollably, fighting with unseen creatures trying to attack her.
It was torture.
She heard snatches of conversation, but couldn't make out what they meant. Once in a while, she heard Kieran's voice, whispering to her.
She clung to the sound of his voice, the only anchor she could hold on to in the midst of the darkness clouding her mind. Other times, she heard nothing.
One morning, she awakened. The room was unusually bright, and the light hurt her eyes. She was alone.
Where was Kieran?
She tried to get up, but her limbs felt heavy. She couldn't move. She tried to call out, but her lips remained shut. Panic s
