Everything went dark as a blow to my head sent me crashing into oblivion in the parking lot.
When my eyes fluttered open, I found myself trapped in a creaking Ferris wheel cabin, my wrists bound so tightly behind my back that every sway felt like a death sentence. Panic surged through me as I took in the two figures seated across from me.
Vincent and Eva.
Eva looked utterly disheveled—her face ghostly pale, sweat glistening along her hairline, a strip of silver tape muffling her desperate whimpers.
"You're awake?" Vincent's voice was honeyed, almost tender, but it made my skin crawl like countless mornings from our past. For one fleeting moment, time seemed to bend.
"Look," he murmured, gazing out at the sky ablaze with amber and crimson. "The sunset you loved so much." The golden lig
