Angel's POV:
A muffled scream wakes me with images from the night before flashing in front of my eyes. It’s my scream. I touch my teeth, which are still there. It’s hard to know for how long. I must get away. My wrist aches after being bound in silver, but other than that, my body is whole. Not only that, but someone has cleaned and redressed me in an old-fashioned nightgown.
I sit on the massive, simple wooden bed and try to listen for others while trying to find my bearings. The heavy purple curtains are drawn closed. The room has a matching nightstand and closet, but otherwise, the room is bare and much like how I imagine a cult would decorate. I can only hope I’m not in Terra’s Moonless world. The reminder of his so-called blessing makes it run cold down my spine.
I need to find out
