Chapter 39 : Captive

*Mia’s POV*

It was official. I had a concussion.

Not that I didn’t already know that from the vicious pounding in my skull, the new sensitivity to light, and the nausea of the room spinning despite Luna’s reassurance that the building wasn’t one knock away from an impromptu demolition.

Admitting it just felt like I was putting an even bigger damper on the mood.

As much as I hated to admit it though, hiding out in the old prohibition secret rooms was genius. I remembered Lila going on a rant about them and how ridiculous it was that there were so many around the city that were undocumented, even if she thought it was great that there were places that were safe for the homeless to squat in.

It would’ve been nice to know exactly which one they were in but c’est la vie. It didn’t really matter when there was no one to tell our location to.