Chapter 8
After three failed attempts to reach Andie telepathically, I gave up, still too weak to push my mental voice beyond the room I was held in. I couldn’t even tell if I was alone in the old dormitory, unable to sense the life spark of Dr Wood and the orderly, or feel Ethan’s presence. For all I knew, the three of them could be standing on the other side of the closed door, silently watching and waiting for their trap to be sprung.
Other than the rickety beds, there was nothing else in the room, no way to tell how much time had passed since I’d first been taken by Dr Wood. The windows were so covered with grime only thin rays of sunlight were able to penetrate the glass. Andie and Celeste could be on their way here right now.
Or worse, captured.
The only hope I had was for Andie
