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He nods, his expression thoughtful. “I have a feeling this visit has altered my path.”
“For the better, I hope.”
“Perhaps. What was your name?”
“Farnsworth Renard.”
I take my leave, ready to face the Horror and get Borja back. We have a lot more loving to do.
Love?
Goodness.
A rare smile tugs at my lips. Love. Maybe Elina was right and this is my reward. It’s my time to truly, finally, love a man, and be loved in return.
Isn’t that just the bee’s knees?
Chapter 22
Borja
Ugh. My head feels like an elephant is sitting on it.
I crack my eyes open only to find myself surrounded by complete darkness. Where the fuck am I? Sitting up, I rub my forehead, desperately searching my memories but coming up blank.
A soft humming noise reaches me, drawing my attention to my left, but there’s nothing there. I try to stand but something pulls me down. It’s what I imagine standing in quicksand feels like.
Blinking, I try to adjust to the darkness, but I can’t see anything. Not a shape, not a hint of light, nothing.
Panic rises within me, my heart races, and a sudden sweat coats my skin, but I’m not hot. Far from it. I shiver, drawing my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around myself for comfort and warmth.
Where am I?
How the fuck did I get here?
The silence is broken when I hear the sound of heavy, shuffling footsteps. The hair on the back of my neck stands at attention, every warning signal in my body pinging at the same time.
A shadowy figure appears before me, gazing down at me with hard black eyes.
“Who are you?”
The shadow chuckles, stepping closer. It snaps its fingers and a soft haze appears around it, illuminating its face. It’s a man with a craggy face, a large nose dominating his features. His brown hair hangs limp, and he’s pale. Very pale. Unnaturally so.
“I asked you a question.”
“You don’t remember,” the man says, his voice grating and irritating. “Perfect. You won’t fight me.”
“Fight you? I don’t even know you.” I look around again, but still there’s nothing. It’s just a dark room. “What is this place?”
“It’s the space between realms. The state occupied by those who are not living but not quite dead.”
I pull my head back. “Uh, what?”
“Look.” He waves his hand and a scene appears in the darkness.
I recognize it as my living room right away, but when I look closer, I see myself lying on the couch. But how can that be if I’m here?
“What’s going on?”
