YELENA

I woke up with a pounding in my head, not the normal kind. This one felt like someone was hitting a drum inside my skull again and again.

I groaned softly and pressed my hand against my temple, hoping the pain would ease. It didn’t.

My eyes slowly opened.

The ceiling above me looked strange, white and wide, too wide.

I frowned.

This wasn’t my parents’ house.

The room was bigger. Colder too. Not cold like winter, but that quiet, clean cold that only pack houses had.

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