Rose POV
It was warm. I could hear the crackling of a fireplace not too far away. The air was gentle and filled with the soft sound of a melody, perhaps played by a vinyl player. It would have been very pleasant if not for the blindfold over my eyes, the gag in my mouth, and the ropes that bound me to a chair and had begun to cut into my skin.
The last thing I remembered was Cayden helping me into the cab that he had hailed for us. There was someone in the backseat already, but I hadn't noticed until I was already inside. Until it was already too late.
It happened so fast that I wasn't even sure what was happening.
But the person who had been sitting at the back had clearly been waiting for me. As soon as I was in, he pulled me back, further into the car, and reached across me to slam
