Chapter 126

Someone is calling my name. Not Locke, though. It’s a woman, and her voice is firm, calm and close. Definitely not Willow’s airy-fairy, musical tone. 

“Zara, open your eyes for me.” 

I try, but my eyelids feel glued together. 

There’s a siren somewhere above me, or maybe around me. The sound rises and falls until it seems to vibrate through my bones. 

“Zara?” 

I force my eyes open. 

White ceiling. Bright lights. A face leaning over me. Blue uniform.