Chapter 821
- Lenora’s breathing finally steadied, still laced with that weak, post-crisis tremble.
- Her long lashes fluttered a few times, and then, like a butterfly breaking free of its cocoon, she slowly—carefully—opened her eyes all the way.
- Her pupils were still dilated, fear clinging deep in them. Her face was paper-pale, cold sweat soaking her temples and the back of her neck.