Chapter 7
Warm. Spicy. And different.
That was what the air Madeline breathed in felt like.
She didn’t know where she was. But she knew she had never been to this place.
Strange.
She was lying on her back, and on something soft and comfortable. The room was cozy, judging by the proximity of the four walls around her. She mentally assessed her body. She wasn’t hurt and wasn't tied up or restrained in any way.
The artwork on the walls and ceiling suggested that she wasn’t in her familiar world. She saw an arched window, an ornate candle holder, a tea set, and a tall wooden divider. She guessed the room's entrance was on the other side of that divider.
She thought she might be somewhere in the Middle East.
Soft music drifted into the room, confirming her prediction of the location. A
