Jessica Lewis
The scream tore from my throat as the last tendrils of fire raged through my veins, a white-hot agony so consuming I thought it would split me apart. And then—
It stopped.
The darkness shattered like glass.
My body jerked violently, the force of it enough to knock the air from my lungs. My eyes snapped open, my vision blurring as I gasped, sucking in a ragged breath. The scent of blood was thick, clinging to my skin, my tongue—
I choked, my chest heaving as I tried to sit up. My muscles trembled, weak and unsteady, my entire body wracked with the lingering remnants of pain. My fingers clenched at the sheets beneath me, a cold sweat breaking over my skin.
Sheets.
Bed.
My mind reeled, struggling to catch up. I wasn’t in that dark, twisted place anymore.
I was here.
In
