AUTHOR’S POV
Frantic, Oceana looked around, her eyes wide with terror, as two men she had never seen before scrambled out of the glass cage and locked it behind them.
The realization hit her like a wave: she was trapped, completely naked and chained. Her heart pounded as if it were about to burst out of her chest, each beat reflecting her growing panic as she yanked on the chains with all her strength, but they did not move an inch.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as she looked around the small, confined space, her mind racing before the memory of how she got there hit her—Dorian, the last person she saw. She remembered his voice telling her to hold on as she began to be strangled. He must have informed someone. Her father must be searching for her.
Fear consumed her, and every part of
