After each snippet, she identified the speaker. “… you did this…” Scarlet. “… dying?” Gabriella. “I’ve never seen…” Keller. “… heard about…” Madden. “… Warden Born…” Who’s that? Some voices she recognized, Scarlet’s accusatory tone unmistakable as it twined with Gabby’s worried voice. That alone was enough to shove her closer to action. She tensed and flexed her muscles, surprised that no pain lingered. She didn’t remember much from before she passed out, but she definitely recalled insane pleasure followed by bone-breaking agony. Thank God the agony had gone on vacation. Whitney fought the heavy weight holding her lids closed and forced them to open. Totally a mistake. The minute her eyes were revealed, pain assaulted her, barraging her with the feeling as if needles attacked the aching orbs. She immediately slammed them shut and a groan reverberated in her chest. A groan that caught the attention of those around her. “Whitney?” Scarlet’s voice pounded against her and another groan was torn from her.
