ADDISON
Addison woke up alone, her head pounding. She smelled an odor coming from her face. She rubbed her fingers against her lips. Chloroform?
She sat up and looked herself over. Nothing broken. No cuts. She was chilled by the icy cold floor, but she was okay and free to move. With some effort to steady herself, she got to her feet and, in the darkness, searched for a way out of whatever spot she had gotten herself in and back to Tyler and the group.
Within seconds, she bumped into bars. She felt left, then right, then behind her. She was surrounded by cast iron bars. Oh, my God, the rogues caught me. This was a trap. I’m caged.
Soon, her eyes acclimated to the surroundings. A shaft of light streamed into the foreign place from a small window opposite her. And there on a woven rug sa
