Her body being jostled around the backseat of the moving vehicle was enough to drag Mirabelle out of the comfort of darkness and back to the terrifying reality she wished was just a nightmare she could wake up from.
Mirabelle’s head throbbed from where she had been struck, a dull ache that made it almost impossible to think while panic surged through the rest of her body and mind, sharpening the edges of her fear. Her shoulder was equally a ball of pain and Mirabelle recalled she had fallen on it when the shooting started.
It took a mammoth effort to open her eyes. Not only because her body was still sluggish from the darkness that had consumed her, but she was reluctant to face whatever the hell she was in. But she had to. Not only for her sake but for that of her friends. She needed to
