My head was pounding in violent, heavy thuds, beating in sharp sync with the hot throb in my wrist.
I groaned, opening my eyes, but the world was nothing more than a smeared, blinding blur. I tried to push myself up off the floor, but my limbs felt like lead, and my balance completely failed me. I crumpled right back down onto the freezing stone.
That asshole gave me a concussion, I thought, my jaw clenching as a wave of nausea washed over me.
Taking a slow, steady breath, I managed to drag myself upright, using the rough stone wall behind me for support. I blinked hard, waiting for the heavy fog in my vision to clear.
As the room slowly came into focus, I realized I was locked in a cell.
It looked ancient—thick, damp masonry, heavy iron bars, and not a single piece of furniture in si
