Chapter 39

• Was this one of her strange dreams again? When would she wake up from this nightmare? When? Isabella gripped the table behind her harder to counterbalance her buckling knees and felt the pain in her fingers because she was holding on so tight. No, this wasn’t a nightmare, this was reality. Bizarre reality.
• She watched Samson get up, releasing Mark from his grip, slowly moving toward her.
• “No!” Her breath caught in her chest. Need air. Need air now.