Chapter 6
Annette’s head was pounding.
Either that, or someone was at the door and they were refusing to stop banging it.
“I’m coming already,” she hollered, her voice croaky. But when the pounding didn’t stop and as she tried to sit up, a bolt of agony winged its way down her spinal cord. She let out a shaky cry and tumbled back down to the mattress. As her body collided with its softness, her nerves reacted as though she’d landed on concrete. “What the hell?” she groaned, wriggling a little. But as she wriggled, she realized she couldn’t move her left arm.
Trying to open her eyes was the next task. Christ, she knew how Hercules felt now. Capturing Artemis’s Golden Hind couldn’t be any more difficult than trying to peel her eyes apart.
When she finally could squint through the tiny s
