Georgia's POV
The voices brought back my consciousness.
"I can't drop you off at the next port, Nancy. Our deal is a pickup at sea," a man said.
"I know," Nancy replied. "But that woman is dangerous. She'll jump overboard with a child if she has to."
Pain throbbed at the base of my skull, a migraine pounding behind my eyes. The back of my neck ached as if someone had hit me with a baseball bat. For a dizzy second, I wondered if the world would tilt and swallow me whole.
I forced my eyes open.
Nancy stood there, smug and too calm, and beside her a man in a captain's uniform whose face was half-hidden by a mask. My body tried to move, but failed. Tight ropes bit into my wrists and ankles. I was strapped to the chair, every joint protesting.
"Katie?" I spat, panic clawing up my throat when I didn't find her in the small cabin. "Where is she?"
Nancy and the masked captain turned as if I'd asked a polite question about the weather.
