Miri's Pov
I came to slowly, a throbbing ache pounding at the base of my skull. The world was blurry at first—colors smearing together, shapes wobbling like I was under water. The sensation that finally snapped me awake wasn't sight, though. It was the dragging. My arms burned as someone pulled me along like I was nothing but a sack of grain, my boots scraping against the stone floor.
Panic shot through me. Instinct screamed danger, and before I could fully think it through, I jerked my body hard to the side, twisting free of the grip. My weight dropped and I rolled onto the ground. The ache in my skull threatened to swallow me, but I forced myself to move, swinging a sharp kick back toward whoever had me. My heel connected with flesh—satisfying, solid—and a surprised yelp tore from the person behind me.
