MADDIE’S POV.
When I woke up, I couldn’t move.
Not completely.
Not fully.
But enough to know something was very wrong.
My body felt heavy, like someone had poured cement into my veins. My fingers twitched slightly when I tried to move them, but the rest of me felt numb, drained, hollow.
For a terrifying moment, I wondered if I was actually paralyzed.
Panic crawled up my throat.
My chest rose sharply as I tried to sit up, but my muscles refused to cooperate. A weak groan escaped my lips instead.
Memories came rushing back in fragments.
The taser.
The sharp crack of electricity.
The unbearable pain shooting through my body.
My own voice screaming.
Begging.
Pleading.
And Calhoun standing there… watching.
My stomach twisted violently.
Tears burned behind my eyes.
I remembere
