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my spirit, my soul—whatever you want to call it—was screaming soundlessly for me to
run! Get away! Go!
    I felt the pressure of the earth as if it wasn’t a hole in the ground, but instead it had filled in, covering me . . . suff ocating me . . . trapping me.
    My breath was coming faster and faster. I knew I must be hyperventilating, but I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted to back away fromthe hole that snaked away from my feet into the darkness, but all I could manage was a stumbled half step back. I couldn’t make my feet do what I was telling them to do! Dots of lights sparkled in my eyes, blinding me, while everything else started to go gray. Then I was falling . . . falling . . .

CHAPTER FIVE
     
Zoey
     
     
The darkness was unrelieved. Blinding more than my sight, it wiped away all of my senses. I thought I was gasping for breath and flailing around, trying to find something—anything I could touch, hear, or smell—anything that would give me a handhold on reality. But I had no sensation at all. The cocoon of darkness and the fluttering of my frantic heartbeat were all I knew.
    Was I dead?
    No, I didn’t think so. I remembered that I’d been in the tunnel under the Benedictine Abbey, only a few feet away from my friends. I’d been freaked out by the darkness, but that couldn’t have made me drop dead.
    But I’d been afraid. I remembered being very afraid.
    Then there had been nothing but this darkness.
    What’s happened to me? Nyx! My mind screamed. Help me, Goddess! Please show me some kind of light!
    “Listen with your soul . . .”
    I thought I cried aloud at the sweet, reassuring sound of the Goddess’s voice in my mind, but when her words were gone, there was only the unrelenting silence and darkness.
    How in the hell was I supposed to listen with my soul?
    I tried to calm myself and hear something, but there was just silence—a soul-sucking, black, empty, utter silence like nothing I’d ever before experienced. I had no framework to guide me here, I only knew—
    The realization struck me and my mind reeled with understanding.
    I did have a framework to guide me. Part of me had experienced this darkness before.
    I couldn’t see. I couldn’t feel. I couldn’t do anything but turn within myself, questing for the part of me that might be able to make sense of this, that might be able to guide me out of here.
    Memory stirred again, this time taking me back long before the night in the tunnel under the abbey. The years fell away with my re sis tance until finally, finally I felt again.
    My senses returned slowly. I began to hear more than my own thoughts. There was a drumbeat that pulsed around me, and within it were woven the distant voices of women. The sense of smell returned to me, and I recognized the dank scent that reminded me of the abbey tunnel. Finally, I could feel the earth against my naked back. I only had an instant to sift through the flood of my returned senses before the rest of my awareness was jolted awake. I wasn’t alone! My back was pressed against the earth, but I was being held tightly in someone’s arms.
    Then he spoke.
    “Oh, Goddess, no! Do not let this be!”
    It was Kalona’s voice, and my immediate reaction was to cry out and struggle blindly away from him, but I wasn’t in charge of my body and the words that came from my mouth were not my own.
    “Sssh, do not despair. I am with you, my love.”
    “You trapped me!” Even as he cried the accusation, his arms tightened around me, and I recognized the cold passion of his immortal embrace.
    “I saved you,” my strange voice responded as my body settled more intimately against his. “You were not meant to walk this world. That is why you have been so unhappy, so insatiable.”
    “I had no choice! The mortals do not understand.”
    My arms wrapped around his neck. My fingers twinedthrough his soft, heavy hair. “I understand. Be at peace here with me. Lay down your sad restlessness. I will comfort