Chapter 232

• Sabine POV
• Between the run-down apartment, the warehouse, and now Damien’s house, it takes me several long seconds after waking to remember where I actually am.
• I blink a few times, orienting myself. There’s never been anything wrong with my eyesight, yet now I can see every single fleck of white paint on the ceiling above me each tiny dot startlingly sharp, as if my vision has switched to some kind of HD setting overnight.