The Dollmaker (Forgotten Files Book 2) by Mary Burton

Author:Mary Burton [Burton, Mary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781503938441
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2016-11-15T05:00:00+00:00

The woman woke up in stages. It took time to shake off the smothering fatigue weighing on her like bricks pressing against her chest. When she opened her eyes, her vision was clouded, and she had to blink several times for it to clear. Finally, a white ceiling. She blinked again, pushing away another wave of tiredness ready to pull her back to sleep. She shook her head, grimacing at the dull headache behind her left eye. Think. What happened?

She remembered walking home. She’d been tired and ready to call it a night. And then, there’d been the man on the sidewalk. Smiling. Charming. She thought she might know him. And then a sting of electricity before her mind went blank.

Her heart beat a little faster as she thought about the memory, hoping it was a dream. Gathering her tattered energy, she tried to sit up. Her head spun, and for a moment she closed her eyes and waited for the world to settle. Finally, she glanced at her chest and the white cotton nightdress with fine lace and wondered where it came from. It wasn’t hers.

Searching the room, she saw only simple white walls. There was the chair where she lay but no other furniture. No window. Only a door. She pushed off her covers and swung her feet to the cold tile floor. She tried to stand, but her legs wobbled. Seconds passed as she steadied herself. And then, straightening her shoulders, she shuffled to the door, tottering much like a novice sailor trying to find her sea legs.

She tried the door handle and discovered it was locked. She twisted it again. And again. It didn’t open. Her panic growing, she called out, “Help! Where am I?”

She strained to hear an answer, but she heard only the silence and the beat of her thudding heart. Keys jangled on the other side of the door.

“Help me, please!” A key rattled in the lock, and she automatically ran a trembling hand over her head. Instead of hair, she felt only smooth skin. Both hands shot to her scalp and eyebrows, and she realized not one wisp of hair remained.

Frantic, she stared at her arms and legs and realized in horror there was no hair. She grabbed the folds of the nightgown and saw her pubic hair was gone. There wasn’t one strand of hair on her body.

The door handle twisted, and she staggered in fear. As much as she prayed a savior had arrived, she knew whoever was there was evil.

Hinges swung silently open to reveal a man carrying a tray of soup and crackers. “Good, you’re awake, Harmony. I need for you to eat.”

Anger mingled with fear. “My name isn’t Harmony.”

“It is now, Harmony.”

“No.”

“It’s time to eat,” he said. The matter was closed.

“I don’t want to eat. I want to get out of here.”

“You have to eat,” he said gently. “If not, I’ll have to force-feed you, and you won’t like it.”

She touched her bald head with trembling fingers. “What happened to my hair?”

He set the tray on the edge of her bed.

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