Perceptions and DeceptionsChapter 21
The cold settles around her like a thin, wet web, both cloying and slick. Her steps are hesitant, as if afraid the moisture would collect around her feet and spill her to the cold stones. She hears only her own breathing until the soft sobs drift to her once more from the darkness, like slim tentacles wrapping around her psyche and tugging her forward. Cassie remains standing where she is. The clammy air swirls around her, brushing its icy fingers against her naked body. She draws in her...