I bit back a chuckle of disbelief. Was this really happening? Or was I just in a bad dream?
I pinched myself hard, gritting my teeth when the pain struck sharper. This was real.
I had fallen into a trap, a recurring trap.
How did this happen? And why was El not talking? Why was my magic not functioning?
I could hear Daniel distinctly, bragging about how he was going to deal with me for turning him down, for playing him like an animal at every turn, but I was rather concentrated on bringing up my magic.
Tears stung my eyes when I realized nothing was happening. I was helpless. But how?
I staggered to my feet, grunting when the headaches beating against my head tripled, when my eyes started to burn from staying open, when my legs became too weak to hold my weight. What was happening to me?
Drugged. My mind supplied immediately. Something that had been staring at me since I first felt the onslaught of a headache. But I had been too consumed with Adam.
