CLAIRE'S POV

Pain.

That was the only thing in the whole world. A crushing, terrible fire ran through every muscle, every bone, and every breath in my body.

I coughed hard, and a mouthful of blood that tasted like metal spilled over my lips onto the wet, muddy stones under my face.

I was lying in the pitch-black dark at the very bottom of the plant's drain pit, with broken rusty pipes and dirty, standing chemical water all around me. The fifty-foot fall should have killed me on the spot. My right arm was bent at a sick, wrong angle, and my ribs felt like broken glass pushing into my...