Raine POV
The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was white light.
Not the comforting kind, but the blinding, sterile, headache-inducing type that belongs in hospitals and bad dreams.
For a moment, I didn’t move. I just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, counting the cracks in the light panels like they were constellations. My head felt heavy. My arm oh hell, my arm was burning.
The smell gave it away before anything else did. Disinfectant, faint lavender, and iron underneath it all. Blood. Mine, probably. Again.
A groan escaped my lips. “Great,” I muttered, “either I’m dead and heaven has terrible interior design, or I’m back in a clinic.”
“Clinic,” came a cool, familiar voice that made my stomach drop. “And trust me, Miss Evernight, heaven wouldn’t have you.”
My eyes snapp
