The sterile, blinding white of the hospital room was a stark contrast to the darkness of the yacht’s underbelly.
I opened my eyes slowly, my head throbbing with a dull, persistent ache. The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor next to my bed was the only sound in the quiet room. I tried to move my hand, but an IV tube taped to my arm pulled slightly, reminding me of the nightmare I had just survived.
My memory was fractured. I remembered the burning heat, the terrifying hallucinations, and Chloe’s deranged smile as she locked me in the dark. But after that, there was only the faint, echoing sound of metal breaking, and strong, bloody hands pulling me out of hell.
I turned my head to the side and froze.
Slumped in a plastic chair next to my bed, fast asleep, was Spencer.
He looked ent
