Seraphina Vance’s POV Code CrimsonThe ceiling was a blur of harsh, industrial white squares.Every time my eyes tried to focus on the plastic grid above me, the fluorescent lights burned through my retinas, leaving long, weeping trails of green and yellow in the dark corners of my vision. The anesthesia had dragged me down into a deep, suffocating trench, but it hadn't taken the pain away. It had only stolen my ability to scream.I was lying face down on a stainless steel surgical table. My forehead rested in a hollow foam ring that smelled faintly of old sweat and iodine. A heavy, coarse sheet was draped over my lower back, leaving my hips completely exposed to the bitter draft circulating through the room.Run, Lucian had whispered.The memory of his voice echoed in my head, distorted, sounding as if it were bouncing off the walls of a deep well. “The plane isn't taking you to Switzerland”.I tried to move my toes. Nothing happened. My legs felt like massive sacks of wet s
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