What it Feels Like

Prologue

The first thing that registered was how nice the cool concrete felt against her fever hot skin. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew something was wrong with that, but she wasn't dwelling on it. Her head was pounding too. Thankfully the lights were dim so they weren't making it worse.

Still she didn't put together the pieces to realize that something was very wrong. It wasn't until the loud metal clang echoed around the tiny room that she came to full alert. She knew that sound. It was the same one she heard whenever they threw some scumbag into the cage at the precinct.

This wasn't the precinct though, and the person who came tumbling through was not a scumbag. It was Amanda Rollins.

The barred gate snapped shut a moment later and was followed by retreating footsteps. When the door at the top of the steps slammed shut, she could only gape at the other woman. What the hell was going on?