Chapter 117
Amelia felt bile rising in her throat, nausea gripping her with brutal force. Her vision swam as a sharp, searing pain twisted through her abdomen, forcing her to double over. A strangled gasp escaped her lips as her fingers dug into the folds of the bed, trembling.
She felt fear. Suffocating and visceral fear.
She was locked up again. And they were going to do things to her.
Her body shook uncontrollably, her lips quivering. The panic clawed at her insides, and a sharp pain struck her abdomen.
Lilac, who had been relishing the thought of breaking Amelia apart, frowned at the sound of Amelia’s soft groan. Her amusement faltered the moment she saw Amelia hunched over, face pale and drenched in sweat.
She frowned. "Amelia?" she said cautiously, leaning forward. "What’s wrong?"
She reached out, hand hovering inches from Amelia’s shoulder.
"Don’t touch me!" Amelia snapped, swatting Lilac’s hand away with what little strength she had. Her voice was hoarse, choked with pain and fear.
Lilac stared down at the rejected hand, blinking in momentary disbelief.
Amelia’s breath hitched, another wave of pain crashing over her, curling her into herself. Her arms trembled as she tried to hold herself up.
Lilac stepped closer again, more urgently this time. "Amelia, you’re in pain. What is it?" Her voice cracked; it was filled with panic.