Evelyn
My head pounds, and I can’t figure out why. The last thing I remember is turning to see April—the look on her face. Disgust. Burning hatred. Why was she angry?
I open my eyes. Sweat clings to my skin. A fluorescent light glares down at me, stabbing into my skull. The sharp copper scent of blood drips down the side of my face. I reach up—panic stops me cold.
My hands are zip-tied to a chair.
I yank at the restraints, heart racing. Pieces of memory scatter. I was going to see Lana. I saw April. Why was she so mad?
My wrists are bleeding. The ties have cut deep into my flesh, making me hiss as I move.
I peer around, unrecognizing. No idea where I am or how I got here. The floor is concrete, cold against my bare feet. My ankles are zip-tied to the wooden chair. The room smells dam
