Behind her, hoofbeats. Shouts. The whistle of more arrows cutting through air.
Had the concubines arranged this? Or was Li Feng simply haunting this forest, seeking revenge on anyone connected to the palace? Either way, she was going to die.
I'm going to die. Oh God, I'm going to die here.
The trees ahead looked strange. Darker than the rest of the forest. The shadows between them seemed to pulse and shift like living things. Soyeon ran toward them because there was nowhere else to go.
The darkness swallowed her.
For a moment, there was nothing but cold and pressure and the sense of falling through infinite space. Then she burst out the other side and stumbled forward, falling, falling….
She hit something hard. It was wooden floor.
She lay there gasping, bleeding, her entire body screaming with pain.
Slowly, she lifted her head.
She was in a room. A modern room. Wooden floor, not stone. Plaster walls. A single bare light bulb hanging from the ceiling.
