MEGARA.
A groan left my lips before I could stifle it.
I was awake again. Damn it.
I didn’t want to open my eyes. The pain was overwhelming.
I wished I was back in my restless sleep, where I couldn’t feel my body.
I shifted a little on the hard surface where I lay and pain shot through my shoulder.
I gasped, loudly, willing myself back to dream land. But the seconds ticked on and my brain woke up even more.
I was awake now, there was no getting away from it.
My eyes opened slowly, the dim light in the dungeon filtering in from the hallway.
Yep, I was still here. There’d been no mistake. No nightmare to wake up from.
I was a prisoner of the Slayers, trapped beneath the floor of the school I’d attended.
I sat up slowly, my head pounding as I licked my dry lips.
I tasted blood and
