When Callie woke up it was to the sound of weeping. Despite the pounding in her head, Callie forced herself to open her eyes.
She was lying on her side, her head resting against someone’s lap. The hand in her hair stopped mid-stroke when they noticed she was awake.
“Miss, thank God.”
It was a woman’s voice, lowered yet relieved that she was awake.
“What happened?” asked Callie. When she tried to sit up, the room spun. s**t. She might be concussed.
A hand gripped her tight, allowing her to settle in a sitting position. It was then that she felt the bite of rope against her wrists which were tied together in front of her. In her mouth was the rusty taste of iron and her cheek throbbed with a dull pain.
Even though she was with a few women, no one answered her. Their eyes shone with fea
