The convulsion snapped her body forward so hard the chair legs scraped across the floor.
Her back arched. Every muscle in her arms and legs locked at once. The rope bit deeper into her wrists as her hands curled into fists she could not open. Pain tore through her in violent waves. Her teeth slammed together. Her lungs fought for air that would not come fast enough.
"Iyisha—"
Malcolm's voice cut through the room.
Another seizure hit before she could even look at him.
Her head jerked violently to the side. Her jaw clamped down so hard her teeth ground together and the pressure shot into her temples. Her vision blurred, the room smearing into gray shapes as the convulsion tore through her again.
Then suddenly the pain vanished.
All at once.
Her body slumped back against the chair and the violent trembling stopped as if someone had flipped a switch inside her.
For a moment she could not understand what had changed.
Then she realized something was missing.
