Silver light swallows everything.
There is no floor beneath my feet. No air around my body. No ceiling. No sound except the steady pulsing rush of something ancient and alive. I float in the void, suspended in a brightness that feels like it is made from breath rather than fire.
For a moment I am weightless.
Then the light grabs me.
My body jerks upward. My spine arches so sharply that a cry rips from my throat. The energy wraps around my limbs and pulls harder, stretching me open, pulling something from inside me that has been locked away for too long. Pain rolls through me in waves. My vision blurs. My heartbeat races.
Adam reaches for me. I see his form below, barely visible through the swirling silver. His hands stretch toward me, but he cannot reach. His body is dragged backward
