Chapter Twelve
AMANDA
My body was numb. My thoughts were blank. I was frozen in place, leaning against the wall of my hotel bedroom.
I closed my eyes and there was nothing. I opened them, still nothing. I didn’t know what to think or feel. I didn’t even know if I was alive at this point. I felt so strange, almost disembodied. Almost like I could see myself, like I was a ghost floating in the ether, looking down upon myself, at what I was doing, what I had become.
I listened to the water running in the bathroom. It slowly grew louder and louder. It was the only thing keeping me sane at this point.
I stepped into the bathroom and looked through the glass door of the shower. The steam was thick but not enough to block the view. Malachai pressed his palms against the tiles, letting the wa
