Sierra pov.
As I slowly opened my eyes, I found myself lying on the cold and hard street, surrounded by the bustling crowd of people walking past me. Their curious and judgmental gazes made me feel vulnerable and exposed. I rubbed my tired eyes and tried to recall what had happened to me.
Suddenly, a rush of memories flooded my mind, and my eyes widened in shock and realization. I sprang up from the ground, scanning my surroundings frantically. The sound of my racing heart was almost deafening, and I couldn't understand how I had ended up on the street. My mind raced with questions, and I feared that I had been kidn*pped.
With a sense of urgency, I started running back to the castle, my heart pounding in my chest. As I ran, I noticed the distinct smell of the street - a mixture of gasol
