Chapter 163 Banished
- Sheila POV
- I drift in and out of shallow, anxious half-dreams on the small, hard bed. Every time I wake up, my unsettled mind echoes with the scream of either Brady falling off the balcony, Alina’s guttural shriek as she pounced on me, or mine as I fall away from the spectral balcony in the dream.
- Then I sleep again, attempting to snatch a little respite from my pains.