Jenna’s vision blurred into smudged shapes and muffled voices. Her hands trembled as she scrubbed the floor outside the eastern corridor, the strong scent of bleach making her head spin. Her vision flickered.
She blinked, but the light overhead dimmed unnaturally. Her heartbeat raced unevenly. Lexa whimpered restlessly in her head.
Something was wrong.
Pain shot through her abdomen, sharp, unnatural. Jenna gasped and clutched her side, her knees buckling beneath her. The brush clattered to the marble floor.
“Jenna?” a servant whispered nearby, but she couldn’t make out the voice. The world spun.
“I…I can’t…” she tried to say, but her mouth wouldn’t form the words.
Then darkness.
She collapsed.
The sound of her body hitting the stone echoed down the hallway, drawing startled gasps
