HAZEL
Something dragged at my leg.
The sensation registered before consciousness fully returned. A grip, firm and unyielding, pulled me forward across a surface that felt wrong. Too slick. Too wet. My head lolled to the side and I tried to form words, but they came out mangled and thick.
"Whaf… whaf the fuck's goin' on?"
My tongue wouldn't cooperate. The words slurred together like I'd been drinking, but I hadn't touched alcohol. My thoughts moved through molasses, trying to piece together where I was and why everything hurt.
Burns.
I felt them everywhere. My skin screamed with a chemical fire I couldn't place. I forced my eyes open and looked down at my arms. Red welts covered the exposed flesh, angry and blistered in patterns that made no sense. Was it the powder? That damned powder I'd brought back from Silvercreek? No… No… this wasn't flour like Delta had tricked me with. This was something else entirely.
My gaze traveled up to whoever was dragging me.
It was Lysander.
