Jamie-Lee’s POV
Ugh, someone get the numberplate of that truck that ran me over because I want to sue their ass for leaving me feeling like this.
I roll my head around on my neck lazily, Goddess my brain feels so heavy, like my head wants to fall right off my shoulders and roll around on the ground.
I slowly force open my eyes, blinking a few times to bring my surroundings into focus, but my eyes don’t seem to be on the same page, everything is still dark.
Opening my mouth, I stick out my tongue to rub across my parched lips, freezing when the tip rubs against something rough. My senses come back online with a zap as I realise that my head is covered.
Panic careens through me as I instinctively struggle, but my hands are restrained, my arms resting on what must be the arms of the chai
