You know what the onyx does, and if you fight us, this room will fill up with it. My gaze followed his, and then I saw the almost invisible blotches.
Do you see the dark dots in the ceiling?” he asked. I’m going to release you so we can talk and you can be looked over. Where in the hell was I? Was I still at Mount Weather? Transported me? My heart rate kicked up as I stared at him. “We had to take certain precautions when we transported you.” “It’s the bands, but I think you know that.” He motioned to something or someone behind him. “Everything…everything hurts,” I croaked. I blinked slowly, wondering if this man was being serious.
“How are you feeling?” he asked in a level voice. Even in my pain-clouded mind and confusion, I knew this guy was important. There were three rows of colorful buttons above the left breast and a winged eagle on the right. He wore a military uniform in dark green. It was an older man, maybe in his late forties, with dark hair sprinkled with gray buzzed close to the scalp. The sound of footsteps neared, and a face, cocked sideways, came into view, blocking the light. A shudder of revulsion and fear rocked through me. I thought about the bruises Dawson had seen around Beth’s neck. Panic erupted, seizing the air in my lungs. Onyx bands were around my neck, my wrists, my ankles, holding me down. I couldn’t move my neck, my arms, or my legs. I tried to look toward the source, but pain shot down my body, curling my toes. In spite of the pulsating burning, my body locked up at the sound of the unfamiliar male voice. But finally it cleared, and I saw a white ceiling behind the lights. For a moment, I couldn’t see around their bright glow. I’d been captured, and I didn’t know if Daemon had made it out along with the rest of them.įorcing my eyes open, I blinked at the harsh lights shining down on me.
But then I remembered Blake’s parting smile as he held the opal necklace-my opal necklace the one Daemon had given me just before the sirens went off and the doors started coming down-and my anger flared. Remembering his voice, his words, soothed some of the torment. There had been a hissing sound as the doors closed, and I’d been left alone with the Arum.Įverything had gone black, and I’d woken up in this world where it hurt to breathe.
Daemon’s parting words haunted every waking moment. My memories after the doors had sealed shut were hazy. Tears of pain and anger-a fury so potent it tasted like blood in the back of my throat. There was a wetness gathering on my cheeks. The mutated cells in my body bounced around as if they were trying to claw their way through my skin. Worse than when I got sick from the mutation or when onyx was sprayed in my face.
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