When Morrigan next awoke she was no longer on a cold metal slab. She sat in a hard chair. Dark walls met her blurry gaze. She tried to lift her hands to rub her eyes and clear her vision but found her limbs wouldn’t move. Her body felt too heavy. An attempt to move her head only showed her more dark walls. Dim light bathed the space from overhead. Nothing else took up room with her. Unease crept up her spine. Fear tightened her throat. Her heart beat out a staccato rhythm against her rib cage.Not since training camp had she been captured. Morrigan had vowed on that day never again to be so helpless. Not until years later, when she returned from her mission to find her base dismantled and her fellow soldiers gone, had that feeling returned.The whoosh of air drew her attention. She turned her toward the sound. What greeted her pushed away the fear. The emotion was replaced with rage. She tried to lunge toward the man, lash out, strike him. Much to her fury, her body still refused to move.“I’m sure you know who I am,”
