Skye
When my eyes fluttered open, I expected darkness. Nothing. Death. Instead, I found myself lying on cold, hard metal, my body aching, bruised, but... alive.
I blinked, my vision blurry as I tried to make sense of where I was. The sharp chill of the cage beneath me sent a shiver down my spine, and I struggled to sit up, my hands grasping the metal bars.
What the hell...?
A voice—soft but unmistakable—filled my head, carried by a breeze I couldn't feel. "This is the second time I’m saving your life. And now, you owe me."
My heart slammed against my ribs, the panic rising fast. I felt sick. I wanted to scream. The voice—the one from before—was back, and the worst part was... it was right. It had saved me. Again.
But what about Lily? Jaxon?
I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat re
