When MacKenzie regained consciousness, her mind was foggy, her mouth dry with a bitter taste, and a wave of nausea churned in her stomach.
As she shifted, her feet met something solid—unyielding. Her hands groped in the darkness until they met smooth, satin-lined walls.
Dread clutched her chest as a horrific realization struck: she was inside a coffin.
Panic surged …
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