Sarah's POV
The first thing that returned to me wasn’t sight or sound. It was the pain.
A blinding, white-hot ache throbbed behind my eyes, pulsing in time with the heavy, frantic beat of my heart. It felt like a physical weight crushing my skull, a killer headache so intense it made my stomach violently churn. My mouth tasted like copper and ash, and a wave of nausea hit me so hard I had to swallow dryly just to keep from choking. I groaned, the sound catching like dry sandpaper in my throat, and instinctively tried to lift my hand to press against my throbbing temples.
My arms didn't move. Or rather, they moved together.
With a sickening jolt of adrenaline, I realized my wrists were tightly bound, a thick, coarse cord biting deep into my skin. Every micro-movement caused the fibers t
