HARPER'S POV
The pain wakes me up before my eyes do. It is sharp, sitting heavy in my ribs and shooting down my leg like lightning, and for a second I forget where I am or supposed to be. Everything is dark. There is a weird smell, sweat, metal, something damp like mildew. My arms are pinned and my wrists are tied.
Yeah... I am definitely not in the infirmary anymore.
The panic hits me like a punch as I jerk and try to twist myself upright, but something yanks me back down. A rope. Tight. My breathing speeds up.
What the hell is going on?
Memory rushes in like a flood. Vera. The attack. The blade. The pain. Her running.
Then nothing.
I blink through the darkness, and it takes a second before I realize that I am in a van. Or a truck. The floor is vibrating under me an
