A dull ache pulsed through my skull as I blinked open my eyes. For a second, panic raced up my spine—I didn't recognize the ceiling above me, the cool sheets under my back, or the faint scent of cedar and spice that filled the room.
Where am I? This isn't Dominic's room. The scent is all wrong—no pine, no danger, no him.
My heart thudded as I sat up fast. My head spun. There was a man across the room, sitting in a deep leather chair. Not Dominic. He was tall, strong, but not as dangerous-looking—his expression was unreadable, almost bored.
Who is this? Another one of Dominic's games? Or did someone actually dare to take me from him?
He noticed I was awake. "Easy," he said, voice low and rich, "You've been through a lot."
My fists clenched in the blanket, ready to scream, claw, run—any
