Chapter Twenty
Sasha woke slowly to the sounds of beeps and whirring machines, and the smell of a sterile environment. Was she in heaven? If so, where was Dagan? She took another deep breath in through her nose. Gross. She couldn’t be in heaven. She was sure it would smell better there.
Sasha stretched tentatively. She felt great. How odd. The last thing she remembered was dreaming about Dagan and a strange orb full of lightning. She’d been certain she was dying. She’d never felt so awful before, like she’d been in a train wreck, and the roots of her hair down to the tips of her toes had felt bruised and tender. She was sure she was going to explode, she’d been so hot. Even her eyes had burned and she’d hallucinated that her hair had gone bat s**t crazy with static electricity and her fo
