[ Infirmary - Crimson Moon Pack ]
A soundless gasp ripped out of Amara's throat.
Her lips parted, but no air rushed in.
Her chest jolted once, then locked again.
She wasn't fully awake…her body was still heavy, pinned down by something she couldn't fight…her consciousness wrapped in utter darkness…but that hand around her neck, crushing, choking, dragging fire into her chest… made every nerve flare in terror…despite the unconsciousness.
Her lashes trembled, her brows furrowed faintly, the barest twitch of resistance.
Somewhere through the blur, through the pounding in her skull, came a voice.
It was low,venomous,shaking with rage…was it familiar?
"Die, bitch."
Amara's sluggish mind froze.
The words slithered into her half conscious haze.
"Die. Why won't you just die?"
She stirred again, but her limbs were lead, useless. Her throat convulsed, tried to draw in even the smallest breath…but failed miserably. The pressure didn't let her.
