KaiaI let out a long, jagged groan, burying my face in my palms. "Uggghhh..."My head throbbed with a rhythmic, pulsing heat, as if I’d charged forehead-first into a stone wall. My eyelids felt like lead, swollen and stinging, and the world behind them wouldn't stop tilting. A strange, swaying motion finally forced me to peek through my tangled blonde lashes. Everything was a messy blur of charcoal and ash, like I was trying to see through deep water.I flexed my fingers, wincing at the dull ache in my joints. There was a heavy, constant pressure against my chest, pinning me down. I reached up, my hand trembling, until my fingertips brushed a cool, ribbed fabric running diagonally across my body.A seatbelt.I let out a breath that tasted like copper and chemicals. Why does everyone in this world think the best way to talk to me is to knock me out first? Did I have a sign on my back that said "Free Kidnapping"?"You know, most people say thank you when someone wraps them in a tablecl
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