But then I remembered Blake’s parting smile as he held the opal necklace-my opal necklace the one Daemon had given me just before the sirens went off and the doors started coming down-and my anger flared. Remembering his voice, his words, soothed some of the torment. There had been a hissing sound as the doors closed, and I’d been left alone with the Arum.Įverything had gone black, and I’d woken up in this world where it hurt to breathe. Daemon’s parting words haunted every waking moment. My memories after the doors had sealed shut were hazy. Tears of pain and anger-a fury so potent it tasted like blood in the back of my throat. There was a wetness gathering on my cheeks. The mutated cells in my body bounced around as if they were trying to claw their way through my skin. Worse than when I got sick from the mutation or when onyx was sprayed in my face.
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