CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT

Ruby felt herself slowly regain consciousness. Ringing echoed in her ears as she fought to understand where she was. Was it still dreaming? She wondered as memories of her recurrent episodes flooded her mind. Static buzzed in her mind as the sounds around her filled her ears. She wondered how long she had been out. A cry escaped her lips as she let herself process what she had seen—what she had remembered. It was all true—every story that Jericho and Noah had told her. She had seen it for herself, the memory that had been locked away, although not all hers—kept deep within her subconsciousness, waiting for the right time to come forth. She had heard her mother all along, pushing against her mind barrier, urging her to remember, to look within herself to get the answers to all the questions that plagued her. "She's awake." Ruby heard one of the men Noah had kept to protect her announce. At the thought of Noah, her heart sank. She could now clearly hear the sound of battle—the scream