Clara Bennett
My head felt like it was full of cotton when I finally woke up. The room was different ...Colder, darker, with metal walls and a single bright light hanging from the ceiling. My wrists were still chained, but this time to a metal chair bolted to the floor.
I tried to move, but the restraints bit into my skin, sending sharp pain up my arms. I groaned softly, blinking against the harsh light as I tried to remember what had happened.
The warehouse. The ambush. Ryder fighting. Then darkness.
“Ryder…” I whispered, my voice hoarse. Tears stung my eyes immediately. Was he okay? Had they hurt him? The thought of him lying somewhere, bleeding because of me, made my chest tighten so much I could barely breathe.
I pulled against the chains again, the metal rattling loudly in the qu
