Flashback ( PDFDrive )

FIVE
SOPHIE WASN’T UNCONSCIOUS.
There were no sweet sedatives burning her nose.
No fuzzy thoughts or foggy dreams.
But everything was black—and when she reached to remove
whatever cover must’ve been thrown over her face, all she felt was her
own skin.
“Still haven’t figured it out?” Gethen asked, his tone dripping with
icy amusement. “How unfortunate.”
Sandor snarled.
“Are you sure you want to do that?” Gethen asked as Sophie raised
her arm to fling the throwing star she was still holding. “You might
hit something you’ll regret—though it’d be entertaining to watch.”
It sounded like Gethen’s vision wasn’t impaired, which meant the
darkness was somehow selective—and with that realization, Sophie
finally pieced together what must be happening.
Keefe had told her that the Neverseen had a freakishly powerful
Shade among their ranks—a female called Umber, who must be
flooding their minds with shadows.
Which meant there was only one way to get them out of this.
Sorry, brace yourselves, she transmitted to Sandor, Grizel, and Fitz—
letting her fear and fury crackle through her veins as her knotted
emotions unraveled. Mental energy fueled the storm until hints of red