Becoming Bad (The Becoming Novels) - Plot & Excerpts
If she had any recollection of being born, Ash figured it would have felt exactly like that. Like the air was being squeezed from her lungs, her body compacting to fit through a space too small. Not daring to scream lest she inhale whatever was churning her, she whined through tight-locked lips and held herself together when slimy forces wanted to tear her apart. Keep your arms and legs inside the ride. Slippery with primordial gunk, hair plastered to her head, she was swallowed and spit up on a hard, paved floor. The cold bit into her cheek, sinking into bones that were refusing to move. Muscles useless, she just managed to twitch her fingers in a scrape on the stone. Damn it. Just her luck. She’d escaped, only to risk being found on the doormat, immobile and wrapped up in a pretty ooze bow. At least her lungs weren’t incapacitated. That would suck. She took deep breaths and willed her body to wake from its shock, taking in the room she’d been vomited into: a cellar masquerading as a locker room.
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