Lydia's POV
"I'm not you," I hissed out in a breath of pain before slamming my fist into her face. Her head hit the ground and I watched as her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she slipped into unconsciousness. I shoved off of her and tried to get to my feet.
I failed.
I stumbled back down to my knees. I looked up as the room began to spin. Cursed out the agent on the floor for what she'd done. I tried once more to get to my feet. I still couldn't.
My vision was blurring, my head was pounding, and the entire room looked like it was tilting. This was so not good.
She'd done some serious damage when she'd stuck that stupid collar around my leg. Not that she knew it. Not that I'd ever let her know. If she'd put it around my neck, like how it was meant to go . . . well, there woul
