CHAPTER 16
Phoebe
I can’t feel my body.
I can’t move. My brain is a black screen of nothing.
I might be dead. Dead might feel like this—no longer attached to anything in the world, the body I used to live in. Lost. Floating.
Can’t breathe.
It’s dark. Or have I gone blind? I have no idea where I am or how I got here.
Maybe I’m nowhere at all, because I’m dead.
I hear stomping. Rustling of fabric. Breathing. But I can’t get my head to move. I can’t follow the sound.
A vision flashes in my mind. Memory. Or dream.
Snow. Wind. Water.
Something grabs me, drags me, sends me flying through the air.
Unseen force, an angel taking me to heaven.
My brain grays out again. I can’t remember what I was just thinking.
Something makes a crinkling sound on top of me.
Foil?
There’s foil on the other side?
It takes everything I’ve got, but I move my eyes and track left, toward the noise.
In the dimness, I see a bare body.
I’d recognize that body anywhere.
He’s perfect.
He’s a god.
Evander’s dead, too, I guess.
Maybe he’s the angel that swooped down to save me and sent me soaring.