Chapter 66

• Fiona’s POV
• If there was one thing I had wished upon to every divine deity possible, it was for them to take my flimsy, pathetic life right there and then. But no matter how much I screamed mentally in my head, and no matter how much I pleaded for this small, tiny act of mercy, none were forthcoming.
• An overwhelming sense of déjà vu washed over me and suddenly I was back there on my bed, with tattered clothes, wet from sweat and tears with the many gnarly black long hands clawing and pawing at my skin with this sickening revulsion that flooded bile and disgusting nausea into my body, threatening to claw up my throat until I vomit.