Merida's POV
Consciousness returned slowly, like swimming up from the bottom of a deep, dark pool. My head throbbed, my mouth felt like sandpaper, and there was a strange weight around my neck that I couldn't quite place.
When I finally managed to open my eyes, fluorescent lights stabbed into my brain like needles. I groaned, trying to raise my hand to shield my face, only to find my wrists bound by thick metal cuffs attached to chains.
The room came into focus gradually.
White walls, no windows, a large mirror taking up one entire wall that was obviously one-way glass. The kind you see in interrogation rooms in crime shows. Except this wasn't a police station.
Movement to my left caught my attention.
