Raquel’s eyes snapped open, her body drenched in a cold sweat and her breathing heavy. Her chest clenched with pain and grief for the people she had murdered, hating herself for being such a monster.
Why did I have to think about that day?! Raquel groaned inwardly, shutting her eyes for a moment before snapping them back open.
She suddenly realized she was not in the carriage, but some kind of room. Her body immediately went on high alert, instinct taking over and pushing down the twisted emotions ripping at her heart.
Raquel moved to get up from the bed she was lying on, ignoring the screams of pain her body was giving her. The door opened and she turned her attention to it.
Crash!
Ryker stood at the doorway, looking like he had since Hale, blood drained from his face. There was a tray with broken ceramics at his feet, Raquel assuming he had dropped it.
“Y-you’re awake…” Ryker murmured in shock.