BRIANNA’S POV
Pain.
That was the first thing I felt—raw, bone-deep pain spreading in my chest like a thousand knives were twisting inside me all at once. My lungs screamed for air, but all I could do was choke and sputter as something metallic coated my tongue. It was blood. I was bleeding. I didn’t know where I was, what was happening, or if I was even alive.
I let out a loud scream. My mouth opened wide as I tried to breathe through the chaos inside me. My body struggled against where I was lying down. Still, I couldn’t open my eyes.
Where was I? I didn’t think I was on the floor. I was lying on something softer, like a bed. Also, I could feel myself in sheets soaked with sweat and—goddess—maybe even my own blood. My fingers curled tightly into the fabric, and for a moment, all I cou
