Sienna

The world tasted of copper and old dust.

My head throbbed so badly I couldn’t tell if my eyes were open or if I was still trapped inside a nightmare. My lungs felt heavy, as if someone had poured wet concrete into them while I slept.

I tried to lift my hand to my chest, but my wrists pulled against something cold and tight.

Metal clinked against metal somewhere in the darkness.

“She’s waking up,” a voice said.

I knew that voice the way I knew my own heartbeat. I had hummed ...