Chapter 65: Tortured, Part 1

"C'mon, Chloe. Wake up."

Someone lightly slapped my cheek and shook my arm. My eyelids felt like they'd been dipped in cement, and my throat was raw and scratchy. My entire body was sore, and a damp coldness seeped into my bones. When had I fallen asleep? Wincing, I forced my eyes open, and everything that had happened rushed back at me.

I abruptly sat up and scrambled away from Isach. I was in some sort of room with a cement floor. The air was musty and tinged with something else. . . a familiar metallic scent.

Blood.

My eyes widened, and I pulled my knees to my chest. Other than sore muscles, I didn't feel any injuries, so the blood probably wasn't mine. I didn't know if that was a good thing or not.

"Oh, good." Isach smiled. "You are alive. I worried my spell might have been a tad too strong." He stood and crossed his arms. "Chloe, meet Hannah."