Chapter 87

***Evangeline's POV**

I woke to the sound of stone cracking and something sharp piercing my pillow.

My eyes snapped open just as a black thorn pushed through the fabric inches from my face, dripping crimson liquid that smelled like copper and decay. I rolled away fast, landing hard on the cold floor as more thorns burst through the walls around my bed.

The ceiling above me was wrong. Instead of smooth black marble, thick vines covered every surface. But ...