Chapter 37 — Moana’s POV
My head throbbed as if someone had beaten a drum inside my skull. My eyes flickered open. I tried to move, but my limbs felt heavy. I remembered I was attacked and fell into darkness.
I swallowed, my throat dry. I tried to sit up and froze. My hands, my arms, they weren’t free. A cold, rough rope bit into my wrists. I was tied. Panic flared instantly, sharp and bright, slamming against my chest.
“No… no, no, no,” I muttered, thrashing slightly. My heart pounded, each beat echoing in my ears. I wanted to scream. I needed someone to hear me.
“Help! Somebody!” My voice cracked and trembled. I shouted again, louder, hoping beyond hope that Cairo or my mother would hear me, that they would come. But the room swallowed my voice, offering nothing but silence.
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