Chapter 43: FlightBetrayal is a bitter pill. But betrayal by those held most dear is the bitterest of all.
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Distant voices echoed in the blackness. They were as muffled and indistinct as her own thoughts. She had no comprehension of when or where she was.
Finally, Scarlett was able to focus on one voice and pull herself toward it. The words, and her own thoughts, became clearer. But the clarity only brought her out of her dreams and into a nightmare.
Her eyes fluttered open and vertigo twisted her vision. Her perspective corrected itself once she realized she was lying on her back. A small light overhead shot a blinding beam of white light right into her face. The dull roar of high-altitude air travel pounded in her ears.
Scarlett lifted her hands to find them bound by securecuff
