Kiana
“No!" Irene said sharply and broke contact. I jumped and opened my eyes. She was pale and trembling. “My apologies. That was a vision from my past, and it has nothing to do with you. Please, try again. For me.”
She took my hands, and I blew out my breath and closed my eyes. It took a little bit longer to relax, but when it did, I surfaced somewhere else.
“You have to be quiet,” I whispered. “I know you’re in pain, but you have to be quiet, because if you don’t, he’ll hear you. If he hears you, he’ll remember you. Please.”
A small dark room. There was a rough rug beneath my bare feet. It was made of rope, wound around and around again to protect my skin from the splinters of the wood, but sometimes, I thought the rough fiber of the rope was even worse.
It didn’t matter. The rug
