BOOK 4 of the ORPHIC Series
DISENTHRALL
/ˌdisənˈTHrôl/
set free.
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When Lucille 'Lucy' Opal Baker starts adjusting to a world without Captain America and more government therapy sessions...
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"How the heart blinds us from the truth."
Scarsdale, New York
HOOK THEM UP TO the heart monitors, hurry!
What's going on–
This isn't possible– as long as one of them exists, the other still does. But Lucy's–
What are you talking about, Strange? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Dad–
No, I need to know what the fuck you mean. Strange, what the hell happened?!
Lucy–
Lucy's dead.
There was a faint ringing sound in her ears, an echo of an alarm or a ringing phone. She groaned, rolling on her side as pain seared her arms and hands. She looked down, brows furrowing with confusion as she stared at the burns lining her wrists. What was– what– where was she? Her eyes flicked around the room, ignorant of the pain in her limbs as she recognized the bleak gray walls– the one singular door with so many locks.
No.
This wasn't possible.
Slowly, carefully, Lucy pulled herself to sit. She could hear footsteps outside the room, the German language sharp in her ears as guards walked past, followed by doctors and other pattering footsteps. Something instinctive– like muscle memory– burrowed out from her mind and she found herself standing, hands held out, palm open to show she wasn't holding anything.
The locks on the door started to click. She didn't move as all of them clicked, instead trying to understand what the hell was happening. This had to have been a dream– had to be fake. But why did it feel so real? She swallowed hard, eyeing the door. If Henry walked in, looking younger than he did before he. . .died. . .then Lucy would have to question her whole existence.
Or, if she'd accidentally jumped time– or reality, she couldn't be sure.
The door pushed open and Lucy felt her heart stutter in her chest. There he was, Dr. Schaffer, in all his young danger, a man of animosity and complete chaos. He looked so genuinely kind that it nearly threw her off. She didn't remember Dr. Schaffer looked so emotional, but then again, she didn't remember ever really inspecting him.
