Isabella’s POV

A  long, shrill ringing sound crowded my senses before dulling to a low, vibrating hum. Then, pressure bloomed. 

Weight pressed onto my chest, and the grit of concrete ground against my temple. 

My eyes burned as I pried them open, beams of light stabbing through the swirling smoke above me. Through the low hum in my ear, I caught the sounds of the distant crackle of fire, the groaning protest of broken beams, ...