Amelia’s POV

The sound snapped me awake.

The sound of metal clicking open.

My eyes flew open before my mind even caught up, and for a moment I didn’t know where I was.

Then the cold hit me. The cold from the damp floor I was seating on.

Then, the bitter sting in my wrists where the ropes had cut into followed.

My head throbbed so violently it felt like it might split in half.

Before I could lift myself off the floor, I heard boots.

Coming straight toward me.

I tried to stand, but my ...