Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 241

The room was dim, lit only by the weak glow of the moon through the window. I did not sleep as I tried to allow myself to fall asleep. It was the one way for nurses to stay away from me.

I lay curled beneath the blankets, trying to find comfort in the warmth, but it didn’t help. My skin prickled. The shadows felt longer than they should. The silence too heavy. The silence felt too cold and I was scared. Scared of being alone. It was as if I was being watched and I felt like I was back in the cell again, like I was locked up there.

In that room there was no light. There was no moon, there was no sun. I just stayed there in the dark and he refused to allow me to see anything until he opened the door. That was the only light that I saw when he walked inside. And then when he locked the door again, I was just back in the darkness.

I knew that feeling all too well. And for me to feel it here, I knew that something was wrong.

I shifted slightly, my breath catching as a chill slithered down my spine. I gulped and squeezed my eyes shut, trying to drown down the feeling that I felt. A feeling that I did not like.

Then I heard it.

A whisper, soft and slow, like the brush of silk across my skin.

“Lysandra…”

My eyes snapped open. I clenched my fists as I tried to calm myself down, as I tried to hold my ground. There were no nurses around. I had sent them away. I had told them that I was going to sleep, that I did not need them to monitor me. Delilah was barely allowing me to spend any time by myself. I understood her fear and being asleep is the one moment when she said that I was okay to be alone, but the nurses often stood outside if I needed anything.

I looked around the room trying to find the source of the sound. “Lysandra…” came the voice again.

There was mist. A thin, creeping fog rising from the floor, curling under the bed, around the furniture. My heart pounded. I sat up, my body shaking. I curled up on my bed, wrapping my arms around myself.

“Who’s there?” I called out, voice trembling. “Why is there mist inside my room?”

“You’re weak,” she said softly, almost kindly. “They don’t understand you. They think they you are broken beyond repair. But I do. You could be so much more if you let me help you. If you let me in. If you are allowing me to stand by your side, if you are willing to stand by mine, I am going to make sure that you regain your strength, your pride and dignity. Do you not want to grow stronger? Do you not want to end the people who broke you, who took everything from you? I’m sure that you do. Everyone was one to do so.”

My breath hitched.

I felt her inside my head. Slithering through my thoughts, through every bruise and scar.

“Get out,” I whispered. “Leave. Leave this room now. Get out! I said get out.”