Lyra
I woke up to a bag over my pounding head. It was hot inside and smelled awful. I tried to move my body but my wrists and ankles were bound tightly with ropes that bit into my skin hurting me.
Where was I?
What happened?
In bits and pieces, my memories returned. Going to the hospital. The call. Speaking to Liam. Then Caine. The elevator malfunction. The strange figure—
A gasp tore from my throat just as the rumble of an engine beneath me reached my ears. I was in a moving vehicle.
Chills ran down my spine.
Calm down. You can’t afford to panic.
True that.
I forced my hands to move again. The ropes continued to cut into my skin, but I didn’t stop. I remembered the small blade I always kept on me and reached for it. It was hard but somehow I got the blade out from my dress pocke
