Chapter 98

Violet’s P.O.V.

The last twelve hours were a blur that plagued my mind in spurts of color, sensation, and sound. They were a picture show played on repeat, flitting by so quickly that they blurred into one image.

It was the last memory in the slide that made it so easy to slip into oblivion, and to allow it’s freezing water’s to carry me away into the shadowy clutches of a nightmare.

My body tingled with the echo of Hael’s touch; his taste still curled around my tongue. With it came an odd but familiar sensation pulsating between my legs. The more I focused on it, the more I remembered.

Desire. Euphoria. Desperation.

No, I couldn’t handle this. I didn’t want to know what happened, so I fell into the arms of unconsciousness and allowed it to whisk me away.

It wasn’t until I heard the scream of a child and recognized it as my own that I realized this wasn’t a nightmare at all.

It was a memory.

Four very old walls surrounded me, the wallpaper peeled and speckled with nicotine stains. Des