AVA POV
A sharp, rhythmic tapping was the first thing Raven heard as she slowly regained consciousness. Each sound sent a dull ache reverberating through her skull, her body sluggish and uncooperative. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and antiseptic—a suffocating reminder that she was somewhere dangerous.
Her wrists ached, the cold bite of steel cuffs digging into her skin.
She was bound.
A dim, flickering light overhead cast eerie shadows on the cracked cement walls. The room was small, sterile, and hauntingly silent aside from the tapping. It took her a moment to register the source.
Dominic.
He sat across from her, fingers idly drumming against the armrest of an old wooden chair. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes—those dark, bottomless pits—gl
