Twenty-Two
Grace came up screaming and she didn’t stop. Only a vague part of her mind noted Heron’s hands, pulling her out of the rig, and Arjun doing something to the back of the machine. Or was he only standing there?
She didn’t care. Couldn’t care. Her knees hit the floor.
“Breathe,” Heron said, his voice barely audible over the sound of her own screaming.
She found it impossible to draw a breath. All the air was leaving her. It kept leaving her, and across the cinema of her mind all she could see was Davion, Kaiden. Dying again.
Leaving her again. And again.
“She’s turning blue,” Arjun said.
“I can’t get her to take a breath.”
“Knock her out,” a man said. “Quick, before she destroys her own mind.”
“I’m sorry,” Heron muttered as a soft light began to grow in the periphery of he
