When Meriwa came to, she was on her knees in the dirt, her arms pulled up with her elbows by her ears as she dangled between two poorly-dressed males. She blinked, trying to clear her vision, but it was to no avail.
Everything was blurry and soft, as though frost lay over her eyes. The back of her head pulsed with a heavy, aching throb that radiated out from the center of her skull. Whatever had hit her, it was sure to leave a nasty mark. If not a lump.
As it was, she couldn’t check.
“Well, well, sweetness,” came a deep, satisfied purr that she was beginning to loathe beyond imagining. “This is quite the pickle you’ve found yourself in, eh?”
Jackson grabbed her chin, narrowly avoiding a clumsy bite, and ricked her head upwards. Cracks ran along her neck like a vocal ocean floor fau
