FORTY-SEVEN

SCARLETT / CARA POV

I fight the heaviness in my mind as I once again overcome the drug that was used on me. I move my hand to my head and rub it a bit. I then notice the chain. I follow it with my eyes and land on the cuff on my wrist. I sigh and look at my other wrist to confirm that there is one on that one, too. It just doesn’t seem fair. I just get free and actually lay my eyes on my mate for the first time in twenty years and here I am back as someone else's prisoner.

I move up into a sitting position and look around. There isn’t much in here other than the military-style cot I am sitting on. Now if I was naked and not still wearing my pants and blouse, it would bring back bad memories of the prison cells Charlotte and I were held in, not that the memory of that didn’t flash before my eyes anyway, making me shiver.

I then look at the cuffs on my wrists again, they are silver with something coating the