Sarah woke up coughing, dry rasps tearing from her throat as her eyes blinked against the strange lighting of the room.
Her mind was blank at first, disoriented-but then, like a flood, it all came rushing back. The memory of being yanked from her car... The masked men... the sting of chloroform. Her chest tightened.
Not again.
She had barely healed from the horrors of prison, and now, this.
The room she was in looked nothing like what she'd imagined a hostage cell would be. No damp basements. No rusted chains. Instead, it was lavish. Marble floors gleamed under the glow of crystal chandeliers. Leather chairs lined the walls.
Men in sleek black suits lounged nearby, guns tucked inside their jackets. In the corners, women draped in seductive dresses sat on the laps of dangerous-lookin
