My senses are all wrong. They’re warped and twisted like mirrors in a nightmare. Colors are too sharp. Sounds are too loud. Every flicker of light cuts through my head like a blade. I don’t know what that woman did to me. Her name was Seraphine, I think, if that’s even her real name, but whatever poison she poured into my mind is working.

And it isn’t good.

My breath comes fast and shallow, but I can’t slow it down. My lungs feel too small and my body is too big. My skin is too tight, ...