CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Miranda Lopez's arms strained above her head, her skull splitting with a thundering headache. She blinked blearily, trying to gather her wits about her, surveying her surroundings as she steadily roused. The pain from her head lanced down her spine, and her heart hammered rapidly. Her lips felt numb and dry.
It was all a blur. As she blinked, adjusting to the faint light glinting through the boarded walls, she tried to think back...
Where was... how had...
And then it all came rushing back with a stomach-curdling spurt of horror. Her eyes widened in terror, and she began to move. But her arms protested the motion, her sockets straining, her wrists sore and stretched in pain.
It took her a second to realize her hands were bound above her.
And now the memories came sur
