Chapter 114

Isla

The mist is in my mouth again.

It’s not real. I know it’s not. But my lungs are burning and I can’t scream, and there’s something crawling up my spine like vines made of ash. I’m running, I think. Or maybe falling. My body doesn’t listen.

Then a voice—

Not a monster. Not a god.

Just Zane.

“Isla.”

My eyes snap open.

There’s fabric under my fingers, and this scent I can't recognize.

I freeze.