Sammi’s POV
I come to feeling dazed and numb. My head is pounding, each throb sending waves of pain through my skull, and I groan involuntarily. There’s a fog settling over my thoughts, but I try to piece together what happened. Slowly, I become aware of my surroundings, the cold, hard surface beneath me. My hands are tied behind my back, the rough scrape of the rope biting into my skin.
Am I still on the floor of the kitchen?
No. This surface feels too gritty, like concrete, not tile. I force myself to breathe deeply, trying to stay calm, though the ache in my head makes it hard to focus. Something is terribly wrong. My mind scrambles through fragments of memory. I was tricked. It wasn’t Grayson’s father. The man lied. Whoever he was, he knew exactly what to say to get inside.
I grogg
