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Chapters (66)
  1. PREFACE
  2. Full Page Image
  3. ONE
  4. TWO
  5. One week ago
  6. THREE
  7. Present day
  8. FOUR
  9. FIVE
  10. SIX
  11. SEVEN
  12. EIGHT
  13. NINE
  14. TEN
  15. ELEVEN
  16. TWELVE
  17. THIRTEEN
  18. FOURTEEN
  19. FIFTEEN
  20. SIXTEEN
  21. SEVENTEEN
  22. EIGHTEEN
  23. NINETEEN
  24. TWENTY
  25. TWENTY-ONE
  26. TWENTY-TWO
  27. TWENTY-THREE
  28. TWENTY-FOUR
  29. TWENTY-FIVE
  30. TWENTY-SIX
  31. TWENTY-SEVEN
  32. TWENTY-EIGHT
  33. TWENTY-NINE
  34. THIRTY
  35. THIRTY-ONE
  36. THIRTY-TWO
  37. THIRTY-THREE
  38. THIRTY-FOUR
  39. THIRTY-FIVE
  40. THIRTY-SIX
  41. THIRTY-SEVEN
  42. THIRTY-EIGHT
  43. THIRTY-NINE
  44. FORTY
  45. FORTY-ONE
  46. FORTY-TWO
  47. FORTY-THREE
  48. FORTY-FOUR
  49. FORTY-FIVE
  50. FORTY-SIX
  51. FORTY-SEVEN
  52. FORTY-EIGHT
  53. FORTY-NINE
  54. FIFTY
  55. FIFTY-ONE
  56. FIFTY-TWO
  57. FIFTY-THREE
  58. FIFTY-FOUR
  59. FIFTY-FIVE
  60. FIFTY-SIX
  61. FIFTY-SEVEN
  62. FIFTY-EIGHT
  63. FIFTY-NINE
  64. SIXTY
  65. SIXTY-ONE
  66. SIXTY-TWO

But as I turn around, I note the sudden shift of the landscape as well as the dimming colors—as if darkness has suddenly consumed the entire sky.

"Ze..." I call out once more, my chest aflame with a spark of terror. Yet just as the word is out of my mouth, I frown, slowly forgetting my initial purpose. A cracking noise reverberates from my side, and as I turn to search for its source, my eyes are blinded by a sudden light. White tendrils slither forward and grip my body, pulling me into that light.

THIRTY-FIVE

I blink my eyes open, a whooshing noise erupting in my ears as I find myself in the middle of a hallway. The walls are a familiar cream color, decorated with Mesoamerican motifs. The illustrated deities watch me from their lofty place near the ceiling, ready to mete out judgment on those who step out of line. A flurry of movement startles me, and I watch a few servant girls hurry up and down the corridor.

I take a step forward, but an insidious pain makes me gasp loudly. Slowly, I bring my hand to my shoulder. My fingers become coated in blood, the pain getting worse by the second.

W-what happened?

One moment I was in a forest... I was in a forest, wasn't I? My brows furrow together in confusion as I strain to remember. There's something inside of me that tells me I was doing something else—something important. It's on the tip of my tongue as I strain to remember.

There was another person with me too.

"Who was he?" I whisper. I can almost make out a tall, broad-shouldered figure in front of me. But as the seconds trail by, a thick fog descends upon my mind, the mist concealing all that important information until I no longer remember why it was important in the first place.

My wound pulsates, the pain assaulting my senses until I hunch over, breathing erratically. Taking one more look around, I realize I'm close to the staff kitchen—my initial destination.

Why did I stop in the middle of the hallway? I, better than anyone, know what will happen if Sergio catches me. Then it's not just going to be a bullet in my shoulder. It's going to be a lot more than that.

Pushing against the onslaught of pain, I hurry to the back kitchen, getting inside and closing the door behind me. Since this is a secondary kitchen, it's not often used, which allowed me to smuggle some sanitary items in case I ever needed them.