Chapter Sixteen
Nina’s POV
I woke up slowly, like swimming through thick honey toward a light I couldn’t quite reach.
Everything hurts.
Not sharp pain, exactly. More like my entire body had been wrung out and left to dry. Heavy. Distant. Wrong.
I tried to move my left arm and couldn’t. Something held it down, wrapped tight. Panic fluttered in my chest before I remembered.
The dungeon.
The spy.
The gun.
The bullet.
My eyes snapped open.
I was lying on a couch in the main living area, the one with the ocean view. Afternoon sunlight streamed through the massive windows, turning everything gold. An IV stand stood beside me, clear fluid dripping slowly into the needle taped to my right hand.
My left arm was bandaged from wrist to shoulder, heavy and useless in a sling.
“Ay, mija,
