Isabella’s POV
The first thing I felt when I opened my eyes was the cold bite of iron against my skin.
The cuffs. Still there. Still holding me down like a reminder that last night hadn’t been some twisted nightmare.
I blinked into the pale morning light streaming through the narrow window. It spilled across the stone walls, painting them gold, softening the edges of the fortress-like room. For half a second, I could almost imagine I was in some rustic seaside villa on vacation. Almost.
Then the metallic clink when I shifted my wrists brought me back to reality.
I groaned, dragging my head back against the pillow. My temples throbbed from whatever drug they’d used on me, and my arms ached from being stretched out for hours. My mouth was dry, my stomach twisted with hunger, and all I c
