I shot her to save her because if I didn’t, Zoey or Adrian would have, and their shot would have been fatal. But it doesn’t seem to make a difference because now, I’m just as much of a prisoner as she is.
Day 40I HAVE NO idea of the time. Or day. Or where I am, for that matter. I feel neither here nor there. One thing is certain; I’m wrapped in silk sheets that smell of lavender. A strange thing to notice, but my senses are on high alert because I’m smelling something different from the past few weeks.
No longer the open sea.
The fact I can’t feel the subtle sway to the waters has me guessing I have finally arrived where I was always destined to end up.
I’m on land. I’m in Russia.
Through my fuzzy brain, I try to think back to the last thing I can remember, but all I feel is pain—lite
