As the room went fuzzy around her, Isabel focused on the sharp pain in her scalp. For a moment, her vision cleared and the room took shape around her. She gritted her teeth and dug her fingernails into her palm as hard as she could. The pain helped her focus.
"Adam," she said slowly. "If you touch me, you'll be sorry."
Adam chuckled low and pressed his wet mouth to her ear. "You're feisty," he whispered. "I like that."
Her stomach churned and she felt acid race up her throat. Her knees trembled and the room flickered into darkness again. She bit down on her tongue and willed her body to stay upright.
"How are the drugs treating you?" Adam asked. "You've put up a nice little fight, but it's only a matter of time until they take over."
Isabel heard his words as if th
