~ JESSICA ~
I awoke to darkness, the only light coming from a small, dim lamp by the bedside. Disoriented, I tried to recall where I was. The bed beneath me was soft, far too luxurious for the cold, hard floor of the dungeon where I’d last been conscious. I scanned the room, my eyes adjusting to the low light. It was large and tastefully decorated—dark wood furniture, deep blues, and warm tones—definitely not a room I’d ever stayed in before. But the style was unmistakable. This was Harrison’s room.
I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my abdomen, forcing me to lie back down. I looked down at myself, and my breath caught in my throat. A small machine sat beside the bed, connected to a scanner that was attached to my abdomen. The beeping grew louder in my ears as I noticed the
