So why does he scare me so? Why?—
It hits me like a thunderclap.
Save her.
The other, who was in the room next to me.
“Where is she??”
I don’t recognize my voice. It sounds alien and harsh, burned by fire and smoke. And my throat feels like someone’s hand is wrapped tightly around it.
“Where’s…”
I trail off when they all turn to look at me expectantly. My pulse is racing: I can hear it echoed in the machines next to me.
I don’t know how to finish the thought.
Where is she.
Who the fuck isshe??
“Where’s…”
My voice falters.
My other half. My best friend.
I ignore the pain in my throat as I try to swallow, my blurry gaze darting from one face to the other, pleading for answers.
“Where’s…”
“Lark.”
The man who said he was my father growls the word.
Her name is Lark.
My heart slams in my chest as I cry out and sit up in the bed, ignoring the doctors when they rush forward and tell me to lie back down.
“Where’s Lark?!” I blurt.
The room goes still.
“Oh,honey…”
The auburn-haired woman starts to sob again. The man who called himself my father narrows his eyes, his lips twisting.
The boy all in black by the door glares into my eyes with so much hate that it makes my soul wince.
“She’s dead,” my father growls. “They saved you, but Lark was already dead.”
Hot tears run down my face. The world caves in as I drop back against the bed and shatter all over again.
I don’t know who I am, or why I’m here.
Why I smell like smoke and chemicals, or why my head is shaved.
But I do know one thing:
