Chapter 63

Abby

“That’s her?” The male voice reached me through the fog before I could open my eyes. “She looks like any other girl.”

Something cold bit into my wrists when I tried to move. Pain spread through my shoulders and down one leg, while the side of my neck still burned from whatever they had injected into me.

Diana stirred faintly inside me.

Abby?

I’m okay.

Before I could reach for her again, fingers closed around my chin and turned my face toward the light.

“Are you sure this is her?”

It was the same male voice, but there was no curiosity in it. If anything, he sounded disappointed.

“I’m sure,” another man answered. That voice sounded famil