Ryland POV
The first flicker of life is the twitching of her fingers. Her lacerations slowly close as our blood moves through her veins, closing and sealing every wound. I look around the room, trying to find something to free myself but only see concrete walls and a chain hanging from the floor in the middle of the room. The steel door is the only way out besides the grate in the ground that is much too small.
When I hear a predatory growl, my eyes are drawn to Evelyn on the floor, and I hear her heartbeat thump. Her body is trying to kickstart itself as I hear it again. It becomes steady, thumping in her chest as every cell in her body is awoken.
“That’s it, baby. Wake up,” I tell her, trying to nudge her with my foot.
She growls, the sound of a predator about to attack as her sens
