"Who are you looking at?"
Marcus's voice was a harsh, venomous hiss, cutting through the buzzing hum of the fluorescent lights. He noticed Roxy's darkening, blurring eyes shifting away from his face, tracking something in the empty center of the hospital room. He tightened his brutal grip on her throat, leaning his weight into her collarbone.
"Look at me, Roxann," he commanded, his twisted smile widening with sadistic delight. "Are you hallucinating? Is your broken little brain finally giving out? Good. It will make you so much easier to manage."
Roxy's vision was narrowing into a dark, suffocating tunnel. The edges of the hospital room were fading into black. But in the exact center of that encroaching darkness, Tanith stood like a radiant, golden-green sun.
