A breath.
A hand pulling her.
Camille's mind drifted between consciousness and dizziness. She wanted to open her eyes, to wake up, but this sleep felt like one she couldn't just wake up from. Her eyelids felt heavy, glued shut, her limbs numb as stone.
Faint sounds throbbed in her ears.
Then-voices. Muffled. Distant. Cruel.
"She'll wake soon," someone said, their tone dripping with satisfaction.
"Good. I want to see her eyes when she realizes where she is."
Camille tried to move her fingers.
They were stiff. Too stiff to move.
Couldn't they see she was struggling to wake up? Couldn't they help her?
What... happened?
Her memories came in fragments:
the academy gates...
her phone...
the man in a black jacket...
Her heart lurched. She'd been kidnapped.
Vikron.
She tried to re
