Chapter 158

OLIVIA’S POV The click of the syringe cap being pulled off sent a shiver through me, sharper than any cold. I didn’t think—I moved. My body screamed in protest as I lunged sideways, knocking over the rickety metal stool that had been used to place food I was never fed. It crashed to the floor with a shriek of metal, momentarily distracting Evelyn. She didn’t expect me to fight. That was her first mistake. With the last of my strength, I swept the cot toward her with my foot. It slammed against her knees, making her stumble backward and lose grip of the syringe. It clattered to the floor and rolled under the bed. I didn't wait. The blood surged in my ears, and adrenaline flooded what little strength I had left. My muscles screamed, but they moved—finally, they moved. I lunged at her, landing a hard slap across her face, followed by a knee aimed for her gut. She wasn’t fast enough. The air whooshed from her lungs as I connected. Evelyn stumbled back into the wall, eyes wide with disbelie