POV: Naomi
My head was pounding.
No—
That wasn’t even enough to describe it.
It felt like my skull had been split open and put back together the wrong way.
“Ow…” I groaned softly, turning slightly on the bed.
The surface beneath me was soft. Too soft.
That alone felt entirely wrong.
Slowly, I lifted my hand and touched the back of my head.
Pain shot through my whole body instantly.
“Damn…”
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to steady myself.
And then—
Everything rushed back.
The street.
The van.
Those men.
Sophie.
My eyes flew open—
Only to shut again immediately as a sharp light stabbed into them.
“s**t…” I whispered, turning my face away.
I stayed still for a moment, letting my eyes adjust then slowly—carefully—I opened them again.
“Sophie…”
My voice came out hoarse.
