Brianna’s head throbbed, and the pain slowly forced her back to awareness. She lay on a wooden floor somewhere dark and cold. With tentative fingers, she touched her head and winced as fresh pain pounded through her skull. When she tried to move, a wave of nausea and vertigo made her head spin. After several long minutes, she finally felt well enough to move again. She got to her knees and leaned against the nearest thing to her for support, which turned out to be iron bars.
“No,” she groaned as her fingers curled around the bars of the cell. How . . . ? She struggled to think about the last thing she could remember. She had seen her father, learned Nicholas was on the island, and—pain sliced through her head as she failed to remember anything after that.
How . . . ?Her eyes adjusted to
