Lacy's POV
I feel a prick on my neck and I understand what it means...
I slowly drift in and out of consciousness, looking at all of them one by one in the room. The doctor sitting looks mad. I'm really pissed at Vincent's decision, but he smiles wickedly, just like before. He looks at the man behind Vincent and gives him a signal.
I try to shout at Vincent to watch out, but it's too late. The man hits Vincent on the side of his neck, and he slumps forward in the chair. The hooded man carries Vincent from the chair and out of the room. My eyes are giving up, but I am trying my best to keep them open.
The doctor walks towards me and lightly touches my face, making my skin crawl. "Nighty night, dear Luna." And my eyes shut tight.
I groan as I slowly turn. Wait...
I'm not dead? I thou
