The Mettalic sound of his cell opening woke Soren up.
He opened his eyes groggily. Somehow, while thinking those nice happy thoughts, he had eventually fallen asleep.
A good sleep it had been.
He wiped the blur from his eyes to see clearly.
The cell was filled with people in white coats from the science research team
Cynthia sat upright as wires and tubes were attached to her body and plugged into a machine.
"So you are the boy of miracles." A sweet mature voice came from his side.
Soren turned to see a face mere inches away from his nose.
Whoosh...
He dove back instinctively. Even if he had only woken up, he was not so dumb about his environment.
After what happened that night when he and Cynthia had been murdered in their sleep, Soren made sure to always keep his Blackfield on—no matter how exhausting it was.
And yet, this woman had come so close to him without him knowing.
