When Callie woke up it was to the sound of weeping. Despite the pounding in her head, Callie forced herself to open her eyes.

She was lying on her side, her head resting against someone’s lap. The hand in her hair stopped mid-stroke when they noticed she was awake.

“Miss, thank God.”

It was a woman’s voice, lowered yet relieved that she was awake.

“What happened?” asked Callie. When she tried to sit up, the room spun. Shit. She might be concussed.

A hand gripped her tight, allowing her to settle in a sitting position. It was then that she felt the bite of rope against her wrists which were...