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Was I dead?
No, death couldn’t hurt this much.
My brain was foggy, but my muscles ached as I tried to move. Tried … I jerked in a hard bed, but could barely move an inch. I fought against the dizziness in my mind, and spied under my lashes for a second—all I saw was darkness. Panic rose inside me along with something else, a discomfort in my stomach, a wave of nausea … holy s**t.
I rolled up to the side before I became sick over myself, but still couldn’t move.
Pushing through the fog, I snapped my eyes closed.
Shadows shifted in the darkness, some with sharp teeth, some with brilliant eyes, and some with long claws. They all danced around me as if taunting me, making me more scared before actually attacking.
It was working.
“She’s delirious,” a voice said.
“It’s just a side ef
