As the medicine flowed through Emily's veins, her vision darkened and a fog gently descended over her consciousness. The poorly lighted room appeared to bend and twist about her, forms losing clarity, shadows extending and moving. Her brain felt heavy, as if lead were filling her skull, and her ideas became slow, cut off from the acute dread seizing her body.
Cold and predatory, Marcus's words sliced through the mist. There, now. Surely that's better. Much simpler if you avoid conflict.
Emily battled the increasing fog in her head while her heart hammered in her chest and her body froze in response to whatever anaesthetic they had put into her. She refused to let it consume her. She couldn't afford to lose control. Her ideas swirled, yearning for clarity, but everything was sliding awa
