Think.
The room smelled damp and stale, like it hadn’t been occupied regularly.
A thin mattress sat against one wall.
No restraints yet.
Interesting.
They wanted her functional.
At least for now.
Hannah lowered herself slowly against the wall, forcing her breathing steady despite the adrenaline still burning through her bloodstream.
Her body wanted to shake now that the immediate danger had passed.
She refused to let it.
She’d been through difficult situations before.
Disaster zones.
War injuries.
Mass casualty events.
But this—
This was different.
Because this time she was the one trapped.
A humorless breath escaped her.
“Fantastic.”
She tipped her head back briefly against the concrete.
And without warning—
Clay flashed through her mind.
The hard look in his eyes the last time they’d spoken.
The anger.
The frustration.
The exhaustion he’d tried to hide from her.
“You’re not ready.”
God.
She should’ve handled that conversation differently.
Her jaw tightened immediately.
