Angel's POV
Darkness.
Thick, suffocating darkness pressed in from all sides.
I woke with a gasp, my heart hammering against my ribs like it was trying to escape my chest. For a moment, I couldn't remember where I was. Couldn't remember anything except the crushing weight of shadows.
Then it all came rushing back.
Hawkins. The throne room. The knife.
The monster who wouldn't die.
I sat up so fast my head spun, nausea rolling through my stomach in waves. My hands fumbled in the darkness, searching for something - anything - that would orient me.
Fabric. I was surrounded by fabric. Canvas, maybe?
A tent.
I was in a tent.
Someone had tucked me in. Someone had laid me down carefully, covered me with a blanket, put me somewhere... safe?
No. Nothing was safe. Not anymore.
