IVY'S POV
The world was black.
Not ordinary darkness, but the kind that swallowed everything whole, pain, fear, memories, even time itself.
It wrapped around me softly, almost tenderly, and for a while I wanted nothing more than to remain there forever.
The darkness was peaceful. There was no eyes following me around.
Then slowly… painfully… the darkness began turning white.
The light crept in little by little, stretching endlessly around me until it became unbearable against my eyes. I wanted to fight it. I wanted to sink back into the comforting blackness where nothing could hurt me.
But the more I resisted, the louder the voices above me became.
"Ivy…"
That voice again.
Father?
For one brief moment fear flickered weakly inside me. Maybe somehow I had gone home.
But no.
The second the voice called my name again, deeper this time, rougher, far too controlled to belong to my father, dread slithered through me instantly.
Nicholas Vault.
