Book 16: Where Am I?

Lexa

Time is a construct in my mind with no beginning and no end. I remember being dragged onto the baking sand, my fingers slipping free from Kaleb’s. I remember being carried and laid on hard metal, hazy figures hovering over me dressed in white, like angels, their masked faces haloed by blinding fluorescent light. I have a feeling there were times when I was awake, when I’d open my eyes to slits and catch Kaleb’s scent all around me, my cheek pressed to his chest. I remember swaying. Constantly swaying.

“We’ve kept her mostly sedated,” says a voice I don’t recognize, and suddenly I’m being lifted again, my body little more than skin and bones as a scent I haven’t encountered in ages hits me like a brute force directly to the chest.

“And her man? I was told she has a mate now. Where is he? Was he on that boat?” Logan’s voice is rich and stern a