CHAPTER 37

Amanda

Dense. That's my sentiment. As if I were swallowing a mountain and plummeting to the ocean floor.

A small voice murmurs in my thoughts, "But that's not what's happening, Amanda, even though you wouldn't mind if it did."

Cool water lases my perspiration and makes me feel heavy.

I had to leave this place. I had to leave, even if he punishes me for it.

I stumble over the hem of my sweatpants, which are trying to trip me, as I feel my way out of the shower cubicle, blinded by my sopping hair.

I can breathe a little easier now that I'm out of the constant chilly spray.

Superior. Not flawless. but superior.

"Grab her." I hear Darius's voice, cold and uninterested, as my fingers are about to close the glass shower door. "From here, I can still smell their stench."

Apparently occupied with a text message.

And the smell, which must be Jade and Dan's, must be stuck to the sweatpants and hooded top I put on before I raced away from them—straight into the arms of a monster.

However, my mon