PERSEFONE POV
The first thing I felt was cold. And it was even worse than the cold I felt when they injected me before.
This was deeper, meaner, buried under my skin and inside my bones, spreading through me like someone had taken my body apart piece by piece, inspected every nerve, every muscle, every secret I had, then shoved everything back together wrong and left me inside a freezer as an afterthought.
My mouth tasted like metal.
My tongue felt too heavy.
Even breathing seemed to require paperwork.
For a few seconds, I ignored the restraints biting into my limbs and kept my eyes closed, because opening my eyes meant admitting I had survived whatever happened after the greenhouse, and surviving meant dealing with everything that came after.
The smoke.
The blood.
Thane on the fl
