Chapter 22
The silver handcuffs fit well around wrists. Not so much around ankles, but they’d made it work. It hadn’t done anything to stop the screaming and cursing though. Jo’d ridden back to the makeshift headquarters with her eyes focused out the window, wishing that the cuffs were on the right person, and the one screaming at them to let her go right now was the Red Queen and not her aunt.
At first, they’d thought Cassidy just needed a few moments, and then she’d regain the memory of at least who she was, if not everyone else right away. But after they’d forced her into one of the bedrooms at the house in the middle of Nowhere, Russia, she’d continued to scream that she’d been kidn*pped for another hour until Scott had finally given her a shot of something to make her sleep. Brandon
