Luna’s POV

I wake up slowly, my head pounding and my mouth feeling like it’s filled with cotton. My vision is blurry at first, and it takes several seconds for me to remember where I am and what happened to me. The memories come flooding back all at once, Jaxon pointing a gun at me, the poisoned bullets hitting my legs, being dragged into his car outside Dominic’s house.

As my eyesight clears, I realize I’m in some kind of dark, cold room with stone walls and minimal lighting. My arms ...