Chapter 229

Isla’s POV

The room was stifling. That was the first thing I felt; a thick heat that seemed to press against my skin, smelling of old cedar and leaves.

I stayed perfectly still, my eyes tracing the ceiling made of rough-hewn wooden beams.

My brain felt like it was trying to reboot, firing off scattered, broken images that made no sense.

A white flash. The terrifying, lung-burning cold of the Med