18. The Curse.
Katarina.
My body feels so heavy.
I just want to curl up in a ball and close my eyes, but something stronger than my consciousness won’t let me.
A tug at my heart, a beat in my veins, a name in my blood.
Killian.
Killian!
I open my eyes, my head hanging from my neck, and all I see are my blurry feet brushing the floor.
Killian… Killian… Killian…
Like leather cutting the air before crashing into skin, the sound makes me shiver, giving me goosebumps all over.
Whip.
Whip.
Whip.
“I didn’t betray him.”
Whip.
Whip.
And another one.
“Don’t lie to me!”
“I’m not lying to him.”
One more whip.
I gather all my strength, both physical and emotional, to lift my face—and right there, in front of me, an image, blurry yet sharp at the same time, strikes directly at my hea
