That was the first thing that registered in Cari’s mind when she began to awaken. She hurt everywhere. She tried to move her arms slightly to ease the pain in them and realized they were bound above her head. Her mind tried desperately to break through the foggy layers to remember what happened. It all came back with sickening clarity. The explosion, the bright light and the face of Vince Baker before darkness overcame her. Uncle Randor must be dead. There was no other reason why she’d be tied up like this. He would have given his life to protect her. Biting back the sobs that threatened to consume her, she fought to pull herself together and figure out a way out of this situation. Very slowly she opened her eyes in small slits, so she could see where she was. It looked like an old barn. Weathered wooden slats made up the walls and ceiling; remnants of hay scattered around the area, but not much else. No weapons immediately near her. Not that she could grab any right now anyway. There looked to be at least two stalls in the far-right corner, but there didn’t seem to be anything in them.
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