Alessandra’s POV
“Drink this…It will help you remember everything…” The girl who had just given her life in exchange for mine offered as I shifted to the set of wise eyes beside her. Following the trusting pull of my gut and the evidence before me, I carried the earthy supplement to my lips. A bitter aftertaste and sudden weight over my eyes and I fell into their collective arms.
“When you wake up, Alessandra...It’ll make sense...” Her voice muffled into silence until my eyes came open again. Only now, I was no longer in that Victorian prison or surrounded by those harboring outlandish features as they saw the blood omit from my wounds. Instead, I was in a cabin. One I could remember. And just like a wave to shore, increments became collages as I pulled myself upwards by my palms. But o
