Never Letting Go (Delphian Book 1) Read Free

deep in thought. “Hmm, how about Susan?”
    She looked back at me oddly and shook her head in dissatisfaction. “No, you don’t look like a Susan. Terry? Hannah? No.” Amy stopped talking abruptly and heaved a sigh.
    I found this whole interaction quite amusing. I knew at this point I should have been laughing or smiling at the girl sitting beside me, but I just looked at her expectedly. Amy was good at having conversations without any help from me.
    “I know!” Amy snapped her fingers then looked at me excitedly, bouncing up and down on the bed.
    “Mia!”
    I gave the name a thought, letting it slowly sink into my mind. It sounded … nice, almost as if it were really my name, although the probability of that was highly unlikely.
    Mia.
    I liked it.
    I nodded at Amy, who smacked her hands together, practically shouting in joy. I ignored her, reflecting.
    Mia. My name would be Mia. I wondered what my life would be like with a name like Mia, wondered if in fact it was similar to my real name, and why I had instantly taken a liking to it. Frankly, I was indifferent to the whole thing. It was strange thinking of a past I couldn’t remember, nothing surfacing within my mind. Just blank, as if I didn’t even exist.
    You don’t exist.
    I yawned at the thought, which Amy immediately noticed. She gave her signature pout. “You’re tired, Mia. Why don’t you take a nap and then come out for dinner when you’re ready, okay?”
    Amy stood and walked toward the door. She turned back once more before she left, smiling. “I’m sure glad we have another girl. It’ll make things much more exciting.”
    My head rested on the pillow, letting her words process.
    Exciting?
    Whatever did she mean by that? What could possibly be exciting about my appearance within an apartment filled with strangers? I searched my brain but nothing came to mind. More importantly, what did they all mean by this mysterious danger outside?
    Who am I?
    So many questions ran through my mind but my eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion taking over my body. All these questions would be answered in due time.
    The last thing I remembered before drifting off to sleep was an angry face, with eyes, I imagined, that would light up like fire.
    Briggs.
     

CHAPTER TWO
     
     
    I WOKE UP hours later in the middle of the night to absolute silence. This time I remembered exactly where I was. Slowly getting out of bed, I looked around and turned on the light. The clock on the desk displayed that it was the middle of the night. I had slept through dinner and I guessed the others had decided not to disturb me.
    I wasn’t hungry anyway.
    My head still pounded, but it was now only a dull ache. I touched the back of my head tentatively, feeling the large bump. It was tender.
    I knew at that moment that I should be feeling irritation, at least a slight annoyance at the fact that I couldn’t remember anything, but it was really only a passing thought. The only emotion that I seemed to be readily able to feel was curiosity.
    I felt a pressure deep in my stomach and I squeezed my legs together, puzzled by the sensation. I looked around the tiny room again but couldn’t find anything to help get rid of the strange feeling. I grabbed the doorknob and turned it slowly and I let myself out into the hallway.
    For an apartment, there seemed to be many rooms. Each door looked the same and I didn’t know which one to try first. I looked down at myself as my body began to emit a sense of urgency, but I paused in front of the first door next to mine, not opening it, then chose the door across from me and placed my hand on the knob.
    Inside, I noticed the sleeping figure in the bed, covered only by a light sheet. I flicked on the light to the room, watching him for a moment as he breathed softly in his sleep. Even though it was cool, I saw a sheen of sweat covering his face. I frowned, moved closer, then slowly I touched his shoulder once, then twice.
    He woke up with a start, then