Sophie Foster was a hostage.
Scratchy ropes scraped against her wrists and ankles, preventing movement. A sweet cloth blocked any fresh air and made her head spin.
Why would the Black Swan do this to her? Their so-called 'Project Moonlark'.
Memories, whispers, and thoughts all swam through Sophie's head, rhyme and reason abandoned as the sedative numbed her mind.
She wanted to open her eyes, but she could feel thick fabric pressing against them.
One question stood out from the rest, shining brighter than Everblaze.
Were they going to kill her?
But there would be no point. What was the point of creating her then? What was the reason behind the Everblaze?
The darkness beckoned to her, but she pushed back, focusing on a pair of breathtaking ice-blue eyes.
Keefe's eyes. The first boy she ever felt safe around. The only boy who could make her laugh when she wanted to cry.
Maybe if Sophie hadn't noticed him that day in the halls, everything would've stayed the way it was.
No. She knew it was too late even then. The rebellion was already starting, pulling her to them, forcing her to be a part of their scheme.
The ever-growing black in a world of white.
