You know my least favorite way to wake up? Groggy, headache, in the dark, cold and wondering what happened. I know I groaned out loud because the sound grated on my ears, making the throbbing in my head worse. The only thing I could think of was the fear I had another concussion. Memories of the one I'd suffered at the hands of Carter Melnick still lingered and gave me shudders that weren't helping any.

I tried to sit up, and realized I couldn't, that wherever I was ...