I awoke in chains, strapped to a gurney in what looked like an abandoned hospital. The ceiling had caved in at the corners, and operating tables were strewn across the room. The Watchers stood round me, and an olive-skinned angel loomed at the head of my bed. He had the same features and big boned-structure as Noor. The angel flipped a scalpel between his forefinger and thumb.
"She's come to," Semyaza said. His eye-hollows bore into me.
The March air bit my skin. My torso ached. I looked down to see my shirt ripped open. Incisions crisscrossed my chest, sewn up with thick stitches. I screamed.
"Hush, darling," Raziel said, his voice comforting. "I was simply probing around. You'll live. I've just assessed you. You really are our dear Eve. Don't you remember me? I taught you to sew."
I cried. "No. You didn't. You're a monster."
