The Shaman’s voice came out of the dark like a heavy stone falling into deep water.
"Stand up, Jenna," he commanded. "And strip. Every piece of cloth. Every shred of the girl you used to be."
My hands shook. I reached for the hem of my sundress. I pulled it over my head and let it fall. It hit the floor with a soft thud. I stood there, shivering, my skin prickling in the cool air. I felt small. I felt naked. Because I was. But also, I felt like a secret that had finally been found out.
Suddenly, the candles flickered. One by one, the flames jumped back to life. Snap. Snap. Snap. The orange light danced on the stone walls. My eyes stung. I blinked, trying to adjust to the brightness.
"Come here, child," the voice said.
I spun around. He wasn't in front of me anymore. He was far behind
