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A Dagger Through Dimensions - Chapter 12

A Dagger Through Dimensions - Chapter 12

Bleeding out of both eyes.

Jul 08, 2025
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Chapter 12

It’s a familiar voice in my head, cold and arrogant like the first time I heard it.

“Did you hear that?”

I asked, as I turned my head to Adele. Her expression immediately changed. But I’m not expecting her to suddenly slam on the brakes. Flying into the dashboard with my shoulder, my legs locked up as she brings the car to a stop.

“Lane, your eyes! What happened?”

Looking through the red haze at her terrified face, I feel liquid on my cheeks. I push myself back into the seat. Reaching up with my hand, I wipe away the fluid and see blood covering my palm.

“What the hell?” I blink my eyelids and realize the blood is coming down like tears.

Adele went through her purse, then pulled out tissue paper, which she pressed on my face.

“My god, you’re bleeding out of both eyes, Lane.”

Looking at her face crumpled in worry, I realized I must look like hell. A bit of fear filled me when the pain shot through my head.

“Did you hear that voice?” I asked her as I fumbled around, blindly trying to assist her.

“Honey, keep your eyes closed and let me do it.” Adele told me in a smooth tone, and I complied.

“You didn’t hear someone’s voice?”

“No, I was telling you that this road goes to Willoughby,” her voice trembled. “Now, here you hold these tissues over your eyes. We’re going to the hospital.”

I tried to stop her, even knowing I had already lost the argument. I slide across the seat as Adele used the road shoulders to make a U-turn. The large car bounced around a few times, which forced me to open one eye. The stabbing pain in my head makes me want to puke. I catch a peek at the damn city limits sign again as the car barrels by. Almost immediately, the pain in my head fades away. I leaned back in the seat, silently cursing the entity that did this to me.

Adele’s hand touched my shoulder, and I told her not to worry. Only the road noise made its way into the car as I recalled the voice that came through my head earlier. I knew in an instant.

That fucking bitch, Miss Wonderful!

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