Daisy's POV

　　I saw Delilah's face, her eyes wide with terror, her skin pale and clammy. She was trapped, confined in a dark and ominous place, struggling to break free.

　　I felt her desperation, her panic as if I was right there with her. My heart raced, my mind foggy, as if I was trying to shake off a thick fog. I had to act, to help her, I couldn't see, couldn't think straight.

　　All I knew was that Delilah was in trouble, and I had to do something, ...