Scent of Another

My head cracked hard against the cold mirror above the counter. The air was knocked from my lungs and panic instantly suffocated the remaining air in the small room. A large, clammy hand was shoved over my mouth and nose, reeking of cheap alcohol, stale sweat, and the faint, bitter scent of vomit.

"Shhh," a hot, sour breath hissed against my ear. "Stop struggling, Nyssa." Cormac's slurred voice sl