CHAPTER 66
Where am I?
Isabella looked back, expecting to see the bed, the wardrobe, the safety of her prison. But there was nothing but a swirling, impenetrable fog that seemed to swallow the world she knew.
It was as if the stone had acted as a bridge, dragging her soul to a place the rest of her body hadn't caught up to yet.
The mark in her neck gave a sharp, agonizing tug. It wasn't drawing from Lucian now; it was drawing from the door.
Compelled by a force that felt like a hook in her gut, Isabella reached out. Her hand trembled as she pressed her palm against the dark wood.
The stone in her other hand vibrated with a sudden, violent heat. The door yielded with a heavy, weighted thud, swinging inward into a darkness so absolute it felt like stepping into the mouth of a beast.
