Annabel shifted, wincing at the annoying sound drilling a hole in her brain. Her limbs felt heavy and her chest hurt like it was sliced open, but the worst was her head—it almost made her regret not getting killed by Ozias on the spot.
Ozias. He was there. They fought him. They lost.
Anna opened her eyes, staring at the gray ceiling as the memories rushed in, pulling her steadily back into their crappy reality.
She had survived meeting Ozias. No, he had let her survive. But at what cost? William was probably dead somewhere in the Otherworld; the other gods were either lying in that cursed forest or walking around in the bellies of the wraiths. And she…
Etheera? Etheera, are you there? Answer me! Etheera! Annabel screamed, but as it often happened in the past few weeks, no answer came.
