Yaroslava's POV
The rich, heavy smell made me cringe. It seemed that the cloud of incredible stench that knocked me out was still hovering around. I had to strain to open my eyes. I tried to gather my thoughts. It was difficult to remember how I'd gotten myself into this mess.
“Jan?” the words came out of my mouth.
My answer was silence, of course.
I grinned bitterly.
If my mate had been there, I would have felt it.
But no.
I called out, more out of inertia….
I looked around.
It turned out that I was lying on a crummy mattress in a square, clear cabin. I'm not sure, but it seems that under the gray, damp, mold-stained concrete ceiling is the same glass. So I'm in a vacuum, figuratively speaking because the floor is also glass.
Where is the oxygen coming from?
Despite my physical
