*Book 1*
*Completed but Editing*
Saphira Colby doesn't actually exist. The memories she comes up with, the family she describes and the appearance she takes on isn't real. It's a disguise. A disguise to hide the real her, the her that's being hunted...
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Chapter 26 "Broken Promises"
Saphira's POV:
I groan, peeling my eyes apart. It's dark, only enough light to see outlines. I blink rapidly, raising a heavy hand against my pounding head. Sweat dots my hairline and I groan again, pushing myself into a seated position.
The concrete floor is blissfully cold, but it's not what freezes the breath in my throat. I'm in a cell, only just big enough to fit me lying down. There are identical ones lining the the opposite side of the windowless room, but unlike last time, where Melanie and I woke up together, Nate's nowhere to be seen.
Where have they taken him?
I force myself to stand, begging my feet to take my weight as I try to recall when Nate and I were separated. The only thing I get is a forceful ache in the back of my head and I wince; I don't remember anything past Matthew knocking us out in the van
***
Nate and I don't speak. He looks to be speculating where Matthew could be taking us, but it's useless. For all we know we could be heading to the airport, ready to fly to the other side of the world, or we might not even leave Perth.
I sigh.
"I recommend lying down for the next part," Matthew's giddy voice sounds over a crackling speaker and I tense. Nate and I glance at each other before looking around the van. Grey smoke rolls out from every corner, pooling around our feet and slowly rising.
My eyes widen, every instinct screaming at me to run. To avoid the unknown substance at all costs. Nate's flexing fingers show the same instinct, but there's no point in trying. We have nowhere to run and it isn't as if we can choose not to breathe.
"Chloroform," Nate mutters, blinking as fast as he can. He seems to struggle just as much as me, his back bending as he fights to stay upright. Soon, I do the same, not enough energy left to keep my head up.
As the seconds tick, my vision starts to blur and limbs fill with lead. I slump on the bench, panting slightly. It takes a mere couple of minutes before my entire body shuts down and the back of my head hits something hard.
***
I laugh emptily; I don't even know how long I've been unconscious. Nate could've been awake for days now. We could be anywhere, we could even be in separate places.
"You're finally fucking awake!" the harsh, cold voice is loud to my sensitive ears. I lean against the back wall, letting the concrete hold me up. I don't reply, not letting Vince know how weak I am. His head tilts to the side, dirty smirk all too familiar for just waking up, and for a second I wish I was still under the chloroform's grasp.
