Chapter 22

Gianna's POV "Argh..." I groan as I try to open my eyes. My head is throbbing and my wrists and ankles are sore. I feel tired and groggy and it takes me a moment before I realize that I'm staring at someone's jean-clad ass. Turning my head, I look around as I try to figure out where I am and what's going on. I'm certainly not in New Moon City anymore, I can't even see the tall skyscrapers against the early morning light. I'm hanging upside down, flung over someone's shoulder with my arms tied behind my back. My ankles seem to also be restrained, though I'm not sure what is being used. It is too strong for me to break, but it isn't burning me which means it's not silver. The crunching of leaves fills the silence as I'm walked through the middle of nowhere. There are no distinguishing features, just a lot of tall grass, trees, and overgrowth. Breathing in, I try to see if I recognize the scent of my captor, but I don't smell anything except for the nature that s