CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
The HETHER
My eyes burned. I struggled to open them. Blurred figures showed themselves when I managed to get them half-open. At length they faded into objects.
I was in a room. Not the laboratory. It was an old room. It reminded me of the first time I came to the Outer. Max’s compound.
The room was sparely furnished with an old dresser and cupboard. An old four-poster bed. A lantern flickered.
Where the f**k was I?
A lot has changed since the last time I saw you, a familiar voice said before a cat jumped onto my bed.
My heart warmed, and if my lips weren’t this sore, they would’ve curved into a smile. “Mr. Grey, that you?”
I told you I would find a way. I would never leave you. Sorry it took so long.
The vortex.
“Wait, what do you mean? Was that vortex you?”
