Laura’s POV
My eyes felt unbearably heavy as I pried them open. My head throbbed as though someone had struck me with a hammer. A dull ache pulsed behind my temples, making it hard to focus. I groaned softly and blinked at the ceiling above me.
This wasn’t my ceiling.
The sheets beneath me were too smooth, too crisp, and the bed was far too large to be mine. A wave of cold dread hit me as I realized I didn’t recognize the room at all. Panic surged through me when the last memory returned in broken fragments—someone pressing a cloth over my mouth at the club, the sickly sweet stench that burned my lungs, and the darkness that swallowed me whole.
“Oh God…” My heart hammered as reality dawned on me.
I jerked upright only to be yanked back down. My wrists screamed with pain. Cold metal bi
