🔪• The brunette inhaled a long, drawn in breath that felt like fire to her lungs as she spluttered out a wet cough.

Her eyes fluttered rapidly as she came too, her head giving the vigorous agony of a shaking pulse of pain every couple of seconds. She understood what a concussion was.

She groaned thickly, and rolled over, half expecting to roll off the cot of her bunk at Ericsons school, with AJ at her side because she had another nightmare, and Violet coming through the door with a glass of water like she did every morning—but she found herself sliding away from the support of a thick wall she was hazardously slumped against, her right wrist chained to a beam of wood.

Her dark brows furrowed, and the sting in her throat and nose almost felt like it was clogging her airways.

She’d been though a lot of bullshit. Killed a lot of people. Lost a lot of people. met a lot of people.

But she’d never been kidnapped before. It was always one thing after the other.