Ava came round slowly, her head pounding and aching in every muscle.
She supposed that meant she was still alive.
Her eyes flicked open. It made no difference; everything was still black. Distant sounds carried to her – bangs and talk and drills going … the sounds of things being built, somewhere nearby. Was she still at Brook Mansion, or someplace else?
Weakly, she tried to get up. A crack of light lay balanced on the blackness ahead of her – suggesting a doorway.
Her legs didn't move properly, nor did her arms. For a sick second, she thought she'd been paralyzed. Then she realized she'd simply been tied up – her feet bound together and her hands tied in front of her.
