Chapter 68

Elara’s POV

The world around me felt like it was slipping away, blurry and unsteady, like I was trapped in a haze. I could barely keep my eyes open, and the faint pull of unconsciousness threatened to consume me entirely. The woman kept me upright as we moved from one car to another. I felt like a ragdoll, my body swaying with each uneven step, my legs too weak to hold me up.

"You're such a good girl, Elara," the woman’s voice purred, smooth and sweet like poison. She spoke as if I could hear her, as if her words were meant to comfort me. But there was no comfort in them—only an overwhelming sense of dread.

My head spun, and every inch of me screamed for sleep. The drugs she kept feeding me made it harder and harder to think, to focus on anything other than the hollow emptiness they left in my mind. I knew I had to stay awake. I had to fight.