Verity’s POV

A soft humming sound was the first thing I heard. Then the dull thud of footsteps. The fog in my mind thickened and throbbed like a living thing, coiling itself tightly around my thoughts, but the footsteps grew louder and closer, pulling me out of the haze I was trapped in.

My eyes fluttered open slowly, painfully. The bright light made them sting, but when they finally adjusted, the face of a woman came into view. She was leaning over me, dressed in white linen with a ...