It’s cold. Which is what woke me up in the first place.
“What’s your name?” he asks instead of answering my question.
“Your name, dear,” he asks again, softening his tone. “Can you remember it?”
“Of course I can,” I snap. “It’s Jessa Gilmore.”
“And do you remember what happened just before you fainted?”
I open my mouth to respond, but then realize… I actually can’t remember what happened. My mind is fuzzy, the memories just out of reach.
The man must read the confusion on my face, because he starts to say, “It’s okay. This is all perfectly normal after—”
“Where’s Anton?” I ask, trying to wriggle away from the man’s grasp.
My body feels heavy, sluggish. But I don’t feel any pain. Well, not pain, exactly. Just discomfort from the cold instrument that I can still feel at my side.
“Wh
