NINA’S POV
The world came back to me in fragmented pieces.
A white ceiling stared right back at me. The low buzz of electricity humming through the bulbs and a sharp pain at the back of my throat that felt like I swallowed rocks. I moved but pain shot up my arm… there were red marks around my wrists and ankles… silver burns.
My stomach turned violently.
My head throbbed as I sat up slowly, the bedsheets crumpling beneath me. I wasn’t at the packhouse. The walls were wooden, stained darker than usual. There was no antiseptic scent of a medical ward so it was safe to assume that this was someone’s home. The room was neat, warm even, with sunlight streaming through the window, but there was a heaviness in my chest I couldn’t shake.
Then my hearing settled and I heard voices. Muffled, in
