CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
I force my eyes open only to slam them shut against the bright light around me.
“Ugh!” Spears of pain stab my eyeballs, and I moan at the heavy thickness pressing against my skull. My stomach churns and sweat coats my skin like cold slime.
Squinting my left eye open again, I hope the dizziness will subside. For a worrying moment, my stomach lurches and bile rises into my throat. I bend forward—or at least try to—but I can’t shift more than a few inches. Afraid I’ll hurl on myself, I force my breathing to slow, in and out through my nose, and wait for the urge to fade.
Why can’t I move? With glacially slow movements, I tilt my head and peer down. My wrists are tied to plastic chair arms. I groan. Why am I tied to a chair? No answer springs to mind.
Where am I? Why c
