RAYA BANKS

The low humming of the air conditioning wormed past the static that had filled my ears before I became aware of the hands on me.

“W-what did you just say?” I managed to choke past the lump that had grown in my throat, struggling to hold down the rush of nausea that had risen like bile in my throat as the world tilted around me again.

“Hold on to her!” Igor’s voice sounded from somewhere above me and I managed to crack an eye open to see Anya’s pale face before the prince’s distinct baritone made a rush of warmth roll up my neck.

“What the hell is...