Chapter 118

• Marisol cracks her eyes open but is greeted by bright lights that force her to shut them right back. Behind her closed lids, flashes of her nightmares haunted her senses. Beads of perspiration adorned her forehead. Her chest ached, burdened by the weight of the lingering fear that refused to dissipate for months now.
• She greedily takes in long drags of air, grateful for the ability to breathe again. Unconsciously, she traces her fingers over her neck, half-expecting to feel the pain or lingering scar of the imaginary wound. Her nightmares had begun to feel so real that they'd started to blur with the real world, creating a disconcerting blend of fear and disorientation.
• Of all her nightmares, that one was the most terrifying. She still couldn't decipher if she'd dreamed about the second part or if it was real.