Adrian's POV
Cold. That's the first thing I feel. Cold and a pounding in my head like someone took a hammer to my skull. My eyes flutter open, then shut immediately against the harsh white light. Too bright. Everything's too bright.
I try again, slower this time. White ceiling. White walls. The antiseptic smell burns my nostrils.
Where am I?
I try to reach up to touch my throbbing temple, but my hand won't move. Something holds it down. Panic surges through me as I realize both my wrists and ankles are strapped to the bed.
"What the hell?" My voice comes out raspy, like I haven't used it in days.
The warehouse. The explosion. Victor appearing like a ghost from the shadows. Then nothing. Just blackness.
I strain against the padded restraints, feeling the bite as they dig into my skin
