Then I hear it.
Azarel, yelling. Actually yelling, his voice raw with horror.
"Stop the procedure! You’ll kill her!Stop it now!"
There's a commotion—bodies moving, someone shouting in Surhiiran—and then the sound of a violent struggle.
Through my rapidly narrowing vision, I see Azarel being held back by guards. He's fighting them, actually fighting, yelling and snarling and trying to get to me.
And Knight?—
Knight is fighting, too.
Blood sprays along the wall in a crimson arc and the bodies of two guards hit the floor as he lets out a visceral roar.
But through the haze of the sedative pulling me under and darkness closing in around me, I swear I hear something else woven into that agonized cry of pure feral terror and rage.
My name.
Knight is roaring my name.
Chapter 43
KNIGHT
white walls.
bright lights.
too bright.
wrong wrong wrong.
burn eyes.
make head hurt.
memories crash like waves.
not here.
back there.
strapped to table.
metal biting into wrists.
can't move.
can't breathe.
doctors in white coats circle like vultures.
their faces blur.
shift.
become masks.
