CYRENIA
I grabbed the shelf closest to me and pulled myself up with my uninjured hand. My entire body felt weak, but I couldn’t tell if it was from the silver blade in my side, the wolfsbane flooding my veins, or the blood loss. My legs shook, but I forced myself to take a step. This wasn’t where my life ended. I refused to let that happen.
I held my side and used the shelves as support to keep myself up right. I just had to get out of the warehouse and find someone who could help me. Each step felt harder than the last. My head spun, and my vision blurred, but I pushed through. I couldn’t stop now. Not when I was so close to achieving my goal and gaining my freedom.
While there was a coy fish inked on my thigh, I wasn’t free. I had to fulfill my part of the deal and return to get it re
