Maya's POV

My head hurt.

I blinked slowly, my eyes struggled to adjust to the dim light that flittered through a tiny barred window that was high above my head. I felt like a hammer had been thrown at my skull. Every breath I took made my chest hurt, and I felt sick and weak.

Where the hell was I?

The air was thick and foul, heavy with the stench of dampness, mould, and something else—something sharp and acrid that made my stomach churn. My nose wrinkled ...