ISABLE'S POV.
My eyes fluttered open, and almost immediately, I could tell that something wasn't right. I couldn't place my finger on it, but I could feel it. Everything felt wrong. My limbs felt heavy, my head throbbed so hard, and for a few seconds, I couldn’t make sense of my surroundings. Nothing looked familiar. Slowly, the blur in my vision started to clear, and panic began to take root in my chest.
This wasn’t where I was supposed to be. I wasn't supposed to be here.
The room was grand, with a canopy bed that looked fit for royalty. The deep red silk sheets beneath me were smooth and cold against my skin, and the scent of pine and leather hung thick in the air. Everything looked expensive and yet wrong at the same time, as though someone had tried to force luxury into a prison ce
