Artemisia

I open my eyes, and I regret it instantly.

Holding my head, I hope to make it stop spinning around, and I groan in pain as I touch the big bump on the back of it.

“What the hell,” I murmur.

“Sorry, you weren’t meant to get hurt,” Lisa says, attracting my attention to her as she paces up and down. “You were supposed to be delivered without a scratch.”

Looking around, I shudder uncomfortably. The place is wet and dark and I guess that we're in some sort of cave. ...