Lara lay on her back, eyes shut, sheets twisted around her legs like restraints. Despite the fact that Aurelian Village was located in a quieter place, still the city outside her window was a strong presence that never really slept—sirens wailed somewhere in the distance, neon light bleeding through the blinds in restless streaks.
But it wasn't the noise keeping her awake.
It was a memory.
Last night she'd crashed the second her body hit the mattress, exhaustion dragging her under like a stone in deep water.
Tonight, sleep refused her. The past two days looped in her mind like a glitching video feed.
Yannis' hypnosis.
The cold precision of his voice. The images he pulled from the dark corners of her mind. He hadn't planted anything. He'd uncovered it.
