Chapter 94
Stronger
Annettes POV
âGrayson.
In the dizzy fatigue state I was in all I knew was I wanted him. Whereâs Grayson? The last thing I
remember was black
boots in the snow.
After that, it was an awful state of incoherence like Iâd had too much to drink or Iâd taken the wrong
medication. My whole world felt distorted and my b*dy felt off.
I donât remember the trip to where I am now, I donât remember what day it was, no matter how hard I
tried to keep track. Sometimes when I opened my eyes it felt like twenty minutes had passed,
sometimes it felt like months had. passed.
I was living in a gray barren world and I was entirely alone. For the first time ever.
Seraphim was gone in the murky woods that now covered my thoughts; she was nowhere to be found
and whenever I got with it enough to try and figure out where I was and see what I could, someone
would come in.
I could never see their face but theyâd stick me with the needle and Iâd go back to sleep. To the pitch
black that I now dreamed, I couldnât escape my life even then.
One face kept coming back to me blonde hair green eyes coming close to me as if to suffocate me.
Always whispering my name to me calling to me.
More often than not when I awoke Iâd get sick throwing up something but I donât remember eating. Iâd
get the shakes
and huddle under some blankets.
After what I think were days of this I realized that my leg was bound by a silver chain. In and out of
sleep 1 kept forgetting that Iâd discovered that and then Iâd remember and then Iâd remember just how
many times thatâd happened.
I started by counting trying to count the seconds before Iâd fall asleep again then Iâd make sure the sun
was up before Iâd sleep. When Iâd wake up and the sun was up I decided that it was the same day.
Iâd search my mind for my wolf running around in the woods for her lost in a wilderness of my design.
No matter how hard I called for her she wouldnât answer. Why wouldnât she answer?
I kept my thoughts away from that bundle of cloth Iâd sent off. If I thought of it Iâd probably die from the
pain. I couldnât bear what had happened so I forced myself to keep informed like nothing had
happened.
If I didnât acknowledge it, whatever other horrid that had happened would never meet my eyes and I
could somehow
survive this.
I would open my eyes and count the seconds trying to regain my mind from whatever drug had taken
over it. I would force myself to write down in my head that the sun was up before I was dragged back
into the abyss of obsidian and
solitude.
âIâve got a friend. Annette,â the green eyes told me. âThis will all be over soon and your exâhusband
wonât be able to stop it,â
Grayson. Grayson. I called for him but without Seraphine, I couldnât see him I stood there shouting no
one answering- trying to picture him trying to find him. Had he forgotten me?
âHow long had I been gone?
It couldnât have been long it couldnât have been long.
âGrayson.
Heâd find me, he wouldnât give up. Heâd find me, heâd bring me home.
Iâd retreat into the gray trees and swamp floor of my head and search for Seraphine. Sheâd show me
how to get home. I just had to find her.
The green eyes came back to me calling my name and telling me how beautiful I was. I didnât want to
be beautiful I wanted my husband. Where was my husband?
After what felt like an eternity of this I opened my eyes and was able to stay awake.
I looked around, a cinderblock cell greeted my eyes. Silver bars faced me and a cold concrete floor.
But instead of an empty prison cell, I was laying on a soft bed. If not the softest bed Iâd ever laid on. I
looked over it and an ornate comforter laid over me and I was on a normal bed for sure.
I turned and surveyed the room now that my head had gathered itself. A screen hid a claw foot tub and
a toilet. A vanity was laid on the other side and a dresser.
âWhat?â I hissed. I couldnât understand what was going on.
A stinging sensation hit me from my ankle and I whipped off the blankets. Sure enough, a silver
shackle was clenched around my ankle.
âAhhhh,â I growled grabbing it and bracing the pain of touching it trying and failing horribly to get the
wretched thing
off.
âI wouldnât do that,â a voice came to me. I donât know who it belonged to and a lanky man with a mop of
brown hair and rectangle glasses stood on the other side of the bars. âHeâll make me give you another
shot if the first thing you do
is fight,â
âWho?â I let go of the shackle and stared at him.
âWho do you think?â He walked off.
No! I wanted about no donât leave me alone. I wanted to know where I was and who was holding me. I
knew it was our enemy but I didnât know his name. Grayson only told me of the father but heâd been
decapitated.
âWas this the son?
âWas he that stupid?
Grayson. I wanted to see him now more than ever. I was with it enough to know it couldnât have been
that long. Had my plan worked?
I stumbled then almost let out a sob. Donât do that, I told myself. Donât let it in. Stay in control. I ordered
myself.
I would lose any and all rationally if I let into that thought.
I got up stumbling a bit. The man in the glasses sprinted back over from his hiding spot
âNo, no take it slow!â He shouted at me.
I glared at him as I steadied myself. I didnât care about any punishment I wanted to figure some things
out.
Everything in here was nice which meant they wanted me to feel comfortable but the chain and the
silver bars let me
know where I stood in reality.
*I mean it you need rest,â he insisted sounding very frustrated and at the same time terrified.
âIâve had enough rest,â I shot back at him.
He didnât seem the type to be a villain. In fact I felt almost bad for him he was trying to put on a very
brave face but it
was not working.
âYou will get another shot,â he whined at me. He sounded as if I was about to get in trouble with my
mother.
I looked up at the window judging if I could reach it or not I donât think I could in this state. I looked at
the vanity and went thought it. Only a brush nothing actually useful to get out of here.
âAnnette,â a voice came from behind me.
I stoped in my tracks, I knew that voice. Green eyes. I turned slowly.
âItâs not very nice to not listen to poor Simon. He is just trying to help you,â he was staring at me as if
we knew each other. He was not being friendly in any means every word was a threat.
He let out a long sigh and started waking away. âItâs a shame,â he called back to me. âYou had only just
woke up,â
Simon hung his head before disappearing around the corner and returning with that goddessâawful
needle.
âI did warn you,â he looked at me sorrowfully.
I would have been able to overpower him before. I went to grab his tiny wrist but he just turned me and
before I could bargain with him he stuck me and the world went black again.