My throat tears, and yet I can’t hear myself.
Silence.
Then—
Her voice.
Like a radio cutting through static.
“We’re heading home.You just need to wake up.”
I whip around.
She’s not there.It’s just her voice hanging in the air.
My heart lurches.My chest seizes.
I reach for the sound—arms outstretched fingers grasping empty space.The air is thick and unyielding.It slips through me.I fight harder.Push forward like I can claw my way through it.
“Don’t go,” I gasp.“Please—don’t leave me again.”
My body jerks.
Once.Twice.
Pain shoots down my spine, white-hot and blinding.I’m moving—but not by choice.My limbs convulse like something’s trying to rip me out of this place.Like the world is tugging me toward something I’m not ready for.
I try to grab hold of her voice.Wrap my hands around it.Pull myself into the sound.
But it’s already fading.
“Wake up, Keir,” she says again.
I scream.Not with sound but with every cell in my body.
Then—
A jolt.
A snap inside my chest.
And I’m gone.
ChapterSix
Keir
Something is off.The first thing I feel is wrong.
It’s not pain, not exactly.It’s something worse.Something deeper.
Like I’m trapped under something I can’t name—like my body isn’t mine, like I’ve been shoved into the backseat of my skin.
I try to move.
Nothing happens.
Panic doesn’t ease in—it detonates, tearing through me before I even understand what’s happening.It slices through the fog like a blade through silk, sudden and disorienting, and all at once, I realize something is terribly, viscerally wrong.