Chapter 120. Drum Roll

Raina’s POV

Wicked is the curse of my reality that propelled me like an avalanche with eyes pressed open. Gravity pulled me down. Hurtling through endless blobs of peach-colored clouds. The finale was obscured and where this leads, I was not sure.

Like a shot-down aircraft, I rapidly descended.

My chest tightened, constricting the air that I struggled to inhale into my lungs.

Falling without a parachute. No safety net below. No bungee cords attached to my waist. No skydiving trainer latching me to him like a baby kangaroo.

Falling into a bloodthirsty abyss or maybe not. More miles of white clouds to go.

I screamed so much that my throat became scratchy, hoarse, and dry. Yet, I could not control my mouth's shrieks or outcries. Not when hollow dread was gnawing inside of me from the worst roller-coaster ride of my life.

Where was Valen?

Where am I?

Who is doing this?

My brain struggled to understand what was