My head felt as though I’d introduced it to the ground a few dozen times by blunt force. Blinking, I cringed as the pounding increased from the light of the sun hitting my eyes.
When my vision had cleared enough I could actually see, I was relieved to find Clay and Brant sitting a few feet from me, both still unconscious. They were tied up, just like I was. We were each propped against separate tree trunks. I could hear ocean waves, so I knew the witch had taken us somewhere. How in the world had she gotten us here? And where was she? On that thought, I immediately tried to stand, but then realized that not only were my feet and hands tied, but I was also secured to the tree with a rope around my waist. I hadn’t realized it was there until I’d tried to move.
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