Bound by Regret

Vivienne’s POV

I drifted back into awareness like I was dragging myself through mud. Every nerve in my body felt sluggish, uncooperative. My eyelids were too heavy, my head pounding as though someone had split it open with a hammer. When I finally forced my eyes open, the world that greeted me was darkness.

The air was thick, foul, carrying the stench of damp concrete, oil, and gasoline. My throat