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Chapter Fifteen

"RÉVEILLE-TOI, MA PETITE." Wake up, little one.

The voice is soft and familiar, its sound gently luring me into consciousness. But it still takes a while before I can manage to open my eyes. And a few more moments before my vision clears, and I see my husband's handsome face staring down at me.

"Ma petite?"

His face is so...clean. No dirt, no cuts or bruises. Nothing that would indicate how we've been abducted, drugged, and chased until we end up...here.

And that's when I realize I have no idea where we are.

"W-Where are we?" I'm lying on a medical bed, and there are all sorts of tubes connecting me to machines that beep and hum in a steady rhythm. This has to be some sort of medical facility.Right?This means we're saved.Right?

When I start to sit up, my husband is swift to assist me.

"Slowly..."

I look at him searchingly. "You still haven't answered my question."

"Because I thought you'd have more fun figuring it out yourself."

"Figure what?"

"Think about it," Sylvain says softly.

My head starts to hurt as I retrace our steps through my memories. Before waking up here, I remembered the darkness swallowing our world whole, seemingly triggered by my husband grabbing that gargoyle-shaped clock...

"You switched it off," I whisper.

"I did."

His gaze bores through me as he says this. It's as if he's willing me to keep pushing the limits of my thoughts, my imagination. It's as if...as if...

My eyes widen.

Surely...it can't be?