Chapter 16Once again, Vita found her mind whirling in a sea of confusion. A kaleidoscope of bright-colored pain filled her head when she attempted to open her eyes to this latest phantasm. The past few hours—or even days, perhaps—had run together in a swirl of narcotic-induced hallucinations, and although she wanted to see who jostled her body, who spoke to her in deep, reassuring tones, she also feared staring into the face of yet another false hope.
Her cheeks stung when a palm brushed over her face, while her wrists ached from someone yanking her arms. At first, she envisioned more of Lancine’s Vessels surrounding her, vying for an opportunity to torture her. Or perhaps Faygor’s corpse had reanimated, cozying up to her and reeking of death as he attempted to have his way with her. Neve
