ANNA'S POV

God, my head hurts.

A sharp, throbbing ache pulsed behind my eyes, forcing a groan out of me. I blinked several times, my lashes fluttering weakly as the blinding light from the window streamed across my face. My temples thudded like drums, and each breath I took made the pain worse.

I turned my head slightly, trying to shield my eyes from the brightness. The light was too strong, too clean, nothing like the dim, cracked blinds I was used to at home.

Wait a minute.

Windows?

My heart skipped. My place never had floor-to-ceiling windows. The most I had was a small square one with a half-broken...