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"All right," I managed to say, just before I crumpled to the floor. "Let's see what you've got."
Sydney slowly rose as the last of whatever they'd drugged her with - the water probably - left her system. Her situation hadn't changed at all. Still cold, still naked, and still in utter, absolute darkness. "Great," she muttered and tried to get herself into a sitting position at least. Not easy, but she managed it. She'd dared the voice in the darkness to bring it and she knew they would.
If cocky, arrogant Keith could be reduced to throwing himself against a one-way mirror begging to be released from this place, she had no doubt they'd rise to her challenge. And she'd meet every one of them. She'd get out of here, she'd get back to Adrian.
A whimper escaped her lips but the sound was quickly stifled. She couldn't think about Adrian now. She'd draw strength from her memories, she'd warm herself remembering his arms around her, but she couldn't waste mental energy worrying about him or his mental state. Not now. For the first time in her life she had to focus on herself...and getting out of here in one piece mentally. She wasn't going to turn into a robot. Like Keith.
One deep breath later, Sydney forced herself to her feet. All her life she'd survived on what she'd learned. Didn't matter if it was a character from Shakespeare, the atomic weight of aluminum, or the best way to dispose of a Strigoi; knowledge was power. And she didn't know much right now, so it was time to change that. Slowly, she moved around the pitch-black confines of the cell, memorizing the outline, tracing the walls with her hands. She stopped when she felt a doorknob.
Really? Did they think she was that stupid?
Still, she twisted her the metal and pushed. A second later, she fell into a hallway with one hand over her eyes to block against the suddenly blinding light.
Sydney slowly rose as the last of whatever they'd drugged her with - the water probably - left her system. Her situation hadn't changed at all. Still cold, still naked, and still in utter, absolute darkness. "Great," she muttered and tried to get herself into a sitting position at least. Not easy, but she managed it. She'd dared the voice in the darkness to bring it and she knew they would.
If cocky, arrogant Keith could be reduced to throwing himself against a one-way mirror begging to be released from this place, she had no doubt they'd rise to her challenge. And she'd meet every one of them. She'd get out of here, she'd get back to Adrian.
A whimper escaped her lips but the sound was quickly stifled. She couldn't think about Adrian now. She'd draw strength from her memories, she'd warm herself remembering his arms around her, but she couldn't waste mental energy worrying about him or his mental state. Not now. For the first time in her life she had to focus on herself...and getting out of here in one piece mentally. She wasn't going to turn into a robot. Like Keith.
One deep breath later, Sydney forced herself to her feet. All her life she'd survived on what she'd learned. Didn't matter if it was a character from Shakespeare, the atomic weight of aluminum, or the best way to dispose of a Strigoi; knowledge was power. And she didn't know much right now, so it was time to change that. Slowly, she moved around the pitch-black confines of the cell, memorizing the outline, tracing the walls with her hands. She stopped when she felt a doorknob.
Really? Did they think she was that stupid?
Still, she twisted her the metal and pushed. A second later, she fell into a hallway with one hand over her eyes to block against the suddenly blinding light.