Ice-cold water hit Amara's face.She came up choking, water streaming down her face and neck. Her head was heavy, her tongue thick and dry. Rope bit into her wrists, binding her to a rusted metal chair.Where am I? she thought.Crates stacked to the ceiling. A concrete floor. High, filthy windows with nothing behind them but night. And Leila, standing over her with an empty steel bucket swinging from one hand. She wore a faded olive-green khaki jumpsuit, unzipped at the front over a skin-tight black leather one."There she is," Leila said. Her voice was flat and her face faintly amused, with no trace of worry. "I was starting to think I'd overdone it.""Leila?" Amara's voice came out as a croak. The last thing she remembered was standing in front of her mother in the chapel of rest, a sharp chemical smell, and then nothing. "What did you do to me?""Wolf's bane." Leila crouched in front of her. "Enough to put you out for hours. The florist who brought the last roses to the chapel? Tha
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