Chapter 87

Through the dense twilight that prevented me from seeing, I forced my mind to obey. A shiver like I had never felt before licked the back of my neck, making me bow.

Panting in my own agony, I woke up from what seemed like years of sleep, giving in to my weak knees. There was nothing on the ground to cushion the impact of my fall.

I was blind in front of the gloomy light on the ceiling, and still deaf with the distant sound of steps and muffled voices that sounded in a distant alert. I was surrounded by half a dozen people, and unable to escape from whatever that new hallucination was.

With a sudden agitation, the one who was in front of me bent down, touching my knees with his.

"You're here, bunny," he called the voice again. I raised my eyes from the bright floor and caught myself under Zachary's gaze. He carefully touched my face, a slight caress with the tips of his fingers. My skin has forged. "Don't be afraid, little one. I'm here.

I felt his touch