Book 11: A Blade of Blue

Misty

The room is dark but clean. In fact, the curtains are drawn against the sun, and Orion has to turn on a lamp, which barely floods the room in muted light. 

There’s a single bed in the corner, the blankets bunched around a… woman. 

Chains rustle as she sits up, turning sightless green eyes in my direction, and I…

I turn away, bracing my hands on the wall as nausea drags me under. 

Cole’s behind me, leaning down as his hand rests on my lower belly, splayed wide. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Why is she wearing a muzzle?” I bite out, my eyes watering from the effort of trying to stop myself from throwing up out of rage. 

The chains rattle as the woman begins to keen. 

“Lacey, it’s all right. I’ve brought a friend to see you. She might make you feel better.” Orion’s footsteps sound somewhere behind us. Lacey cries out in a mutated voice that sounds like talons being dragged across a chalkboar