Lorraine's POV
I woke up with a violent gasp.
My breathe was erratic.
Air tore into my lungs like I'd been drowning for days. Sweat drenched my skin, my heart slammed against my ribs, and for a moment… nothing made sense, not the cold floor beneath me, not the strange walls around me, not even the sound of my own ragged breathing.
Everything was foreign.
Everything felt wrong.
My eyes darted around wildly.
Where…. where am I?
The last thing I remembered was the Old Moon Bridge. The full moon in the sky. Kieran carrying me and supper speeding out of the cursed bridge. The feeling of my head drowning in those voices. The voices, those chilling, ghostly whispers clawing into my skull, screaming, wailing, promising to tear me apart. Then the sensation of my skin boiling from the inside....
I jolted upright.
And froze.
Because an old woman was crouched directly over me.
Her face was inches from mine.
