Chapter 274

Elodie's POV

The darkness was a pressurized, synthetic weight. It felt like being buried alive in a coffin made of static and cold needles.

Every time I tried to claw my way back to the surface of consciousness, a sharp, metallic tang filled the back of my throat—the chemical footprint of the sedative keeping me under.

When my eyes finally flickered open, the world did not return in colors or sh