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Chapter Eight

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Chapter Eight- Fire and dreams

Elena stirred restlessly beneath the thin sheets, her skin sticky with sweat. The room spun, her eyes barely able to focus on anything. Nausea washed over her. She was slowly starting to lose it.

The lights above her flickered once, then steadied, casting a pale glow over the concrete walls. Her throat was dry, her insides burning up, from the inside out.

She tried to sit up. Failed. Her limbs felt dead.

She thought about the shot—the sharp sting from the syringe, the look on the medic's face and then Matteo. Bastard.

Her jaw clenched in frustration.

The heat in her surged again, harder. A low groan escaped her lips as her body slackened, shivered and the world around her dissolved.

Soon sleep crawled, weakening her vision even more. Soon she'd dozed off, awakening into a dream.

She was in a hallway now, a dimly lit, familiar one. Her childhood home—paint peeling off the banister, a broken clock ticking way too loudly in the corner. It was disturbing.

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