Long And Lost (Book II)

Prologue

Pain.
That kind of pain she hadn't felt in a while.
A long while.

Victoria had to excuse herself from the room she was in, eliciting a few weird looks from the people around her, and stumbled to nearest bathroom.

Her skin was burning so painfully, she was surprised smoke wasn't coming out of it. It felt like she was being struck by lighting, over and over again. Her blood was molten lava in her veins, she wanted to rip them off.
She couldn't breathe, the very air felt scorching hot and it burned her lungs.

Gathering her strength, she focused her powers in trying to see what was causing this. She saw his face, she felt his power, and she recognized the threat. Fear shocked through her veins along with the pain. The signals had been there all along, this was just confirming what was inevitable.

Then, it was that voice. That voice inside her head was another thing entirely, that voice transported her to another world, another time, another life. A life she abandoned ages ago. That voice, so full of pain and anger, and hope, already giving up, fading away. But she wouldn't let that happen.
Not this time. Not ever.

Hold on to me.