CASSANDRA’S POV.
I open my eyes and do nothing but appreciate the fact that the room is not too illuminated. I do not need to ask the cliche question of where I am. I know what this place is already. I can hear the heart rate monitor. I part my lips to speak, but it only feels like my throat is sticky and dry.
I tilt my head and adjust the bed to sit. I move my IV attached needle hand to my face and I notice my bag on the table. I wince as I move my free hand to touch the cable tie marks.
When I passed out the second time, I really wished everything that had just happened was a dream and nothing real. I feel no pain, they must have used some analgesics on me.
“Cassandra,” Archer says as he comes in and I drop my head.
“I need a mirror and a bottle of water,” I reply and he stops wal
