Chapter 100 The Quiet Between Storms

Mila’s POV

Waking up was like trying to swim through a sea of cooling tar. Every movement felt sluggish, heavy, and disconnected from my will. My eyelids were sand-papered shut, and when I finally forced them open, the world didn't rush in; it seeped.

I wasn't in Brooklyn.

The air here didn't c...

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