Vanessa
A burning sensation on my cheek makes me startle awake.
I spring up. I try to put my hand to my chest to calm my racing heart, but handcuffs stop me. My left wrist is chained to the bedpost where I'm sitting.
“Calm down,” a female voice orders from my right.
I turn cautiously toward the person beside me and find myself staring into two ice-blue irises. That unreal blue... I’m almost sure I’ve seen it before. And if I had any doubt, her cold, familiar features confirm it. The resemblance to Michael is undeniable. She’s like his female version.
“Who are you?” I whisper, confused.
I shouldn’t let myself be distracted by her magnetic beauty—even if I dream of having glossy black hair like hers—because she’s clearly not friendly. Her presence is intimidating. There’s something dan
