Prologue

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Thwump. Thwump. Thwump.

The steady sound of the wipers against the windshield brings her momentarily out of her hazy fog.

No.

Thwump.

A voice. Deep. Loud.

Her head aches, her brain screaming angrily against her skull and she feels…fuzzy. The rain wets her face from the shattered window and she lolls her head to the side in a vain attempt to avoid the water from getting her eyes. Licking her lips she tastes copper, her tongue sliding along the cut in her bottom lip.

The deep voice returns—loud, insistent.

Worried?

Blackness creeps into her blurred vision and she struggles to stay awake within the deep fog surrounding her mind. The rain presses down harder against her face and her throat burns with the need to scream.

Thwump.

A sharp pain shoots through her head and the force behind her cry burns her lungs.

The voice screams her name—panic, sheer panic—before she fades completely and the inky black fog consumes her.

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