The sensation of falling through the freezing, pitch-black void clung to my subconscious, dragging a sharp gasp from my throat as I bolted upright. The sudden movement was a catastrophic mistake. A white-hot spike of agony shot across my right ribcage, stealing my breath and forcing a helpless cry past my lips.
My hands flew to my sides, expecting to find the mud-soaked silk I had been wearing in the dark woods. Instead, my trembling fingers brushed against the soft, warm cotton of an oversized, perfectly clean t-shirt.
I forced my heavy eyelids open, my heart hammering a wild rhythm. I wasn't in the armored SUV anymore. I wasn't in the gilded prison of the Thorne estate either.
The room was vast, breathtakingly modern, and constructed almost entirely of glass. Three massive walls were
