Rowan
A sharp, throbbing pain pulsed in my skull as I slowly regained consciousness. The air was thick with dampness, a mixture of sweat, blood, and something else, something metallic. My limbs were heavy, my wrists burning where cold steel shackles dug into my skin.
I felt a sense of Deja vu, not one that I liked at all.
I blinked against the dim, flickering light, my vision swimming. My throat was dry, raw, and my body ached all over, as if I had been beaten in my sleep. For a moment, I was disoriented. I didn't know where I was, how I had gotten here.
Then it all came crashing back.
The car. The impact. The darkness.
My pulse spiked. Soren.
I turned my head sharply, my breath catching when I saw him.
Soren was chained beside me, his body slumped forward, his hands bound behind the chair just like mine. His usually sharp, confident face was marred with bruises, his lower lip split, dried blood trailing down his chin. His chest rose and fell in ragged, uneven breaths.
