I feel something prickling against my pale skin.
I open my green eyes to be immediately blinded by white light. What's going on?
My lids close once again...
[Blythe POV]
"Blythe! Blythe!"
I sit up so quickly that my head bangs on something hard. Rubbing the aching bump on my forehead, I wince.
Who would be so loud while I'm sleeping? Everyone knows I'm not a morning person...
I find myself in the shade under a leafy tree. A woman with black hair, red eyes, and a nasty looking knife is shouting at me. Her lips are pursed. To my sleepy brain, her words are unintelligible.
Scattered memories meld together, and I remember after a moment of grogginess.
Adira?
What would have been an excellent recovery nap was ruined by a few angels who still pursued us after numerous narrow escapes.
"Damn, honey, they did a number on you! Ya alright? Don't tell me ya have that amnesia shit."
"No, I remember everything, Adir-."
"Awesome. Now, do ya think ya can still make yourself run from those creepy-ass angels after that concussion?"
"Yeah..."
"Let's go, thank God I don't have to give ya a piggy-back ride."
I take one last glance back. I'm not one to curse, but I almost did as I caught a glimpse of a trio of rapidly approaching wings. Holy sh- cow. Cow. By now, it's almost soothing to run. I recall just how I managed to get myself into this more than troubling predicament.