LENA'S POV

The first thing I noticed was the ceiling.

High, stone-gray, with a faint crack running through it. It wasn’t mine.

The second thing was the smell.

Ash, steel, and pine….it was out of place.

Then the ache hit. Every muscle in my body throbbed, like I’d been torn apart and stitched back together wrong. I tried to sit up.

Bad idea.

The room spun, and my vision began to blur at the edges.

“Easy.”

The voice came from the corner, it was low, rough, and unmistakable.

I ...