Chapter 228 Dead End
- Moana
- I let out a yelp. I jolted, and then everything stopped. The rain, the wind, the grass… All of it turned back into the still, calm air of my bedroom. Michael’s hand no longer gripped my wrist, and the golden glint of the knife in his hand turned into the soft amber glow of the lamp on my bedside table.
- “Moana?” Dr. Rhodes said, sounding concerned. “Are you there?”