Candace
The darkness felt like it had teeth and it was gnawing on my bones.
I knew logically that I was in an elevator, that the red emergency lights were still on, casting everything in that awful, bloody glow and that Ragnor was standing mere inches from me.
But logic had disappeared the moment the elevator stopped working. I was back in the basement of the packhouse where Aunt Elena would lock me up when I misbehaved after beating me bloody.
It was pitch black and without my wolf, since she was collared and suppressed, I couldn't see a thing. One time she had locked me up for three whole days with no food or water. I had almost gone insane.
My screams were swallowed by the walls. It was like the darkness was sitting right on my chest, pressing down until my lungs forgot how to expand.
My fingers clawed at my throat, at the neckline of my dress, but the corset laces were too tight. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't freaking breathe—
"Kiss me…" I croaked. "Make me forget."
