Chapter 87
- Eloise’s POV
- Something was pulling me, like fingers wrapped around the thread of my soul. Gentle, steady, then suddenly urgent.
- Pain blossomed through me like a scream underwater. I gasped without air, the weight of it pushing against my chest. My eyelids fluttered open to a cold, white ceiling, too bright, too still. The scent of antiseptic stung my nose.