Sophia’s POV
I flexed my wrists, feeling the bite of the metal cuffs against my skin.
The room was dim, the only light coming from a flickering bulb above. The faint scent of damp concrete filled the air, mixing with the metallic tang of blood—**mine.**
I had been here for **hours**.
Or maybe longer.
Time was hard to track when **your body was barely holding on**.
My head still throbbed from whatever **drug they had used** at the gala. My limbs were sluggish, my movements slow. But my mind?
**My mind was razor-sharp.**
Diana thought she had me. She thought chaining me to a chair in this forgotten room would **break me.**
She had no idea **who she was dealing with.**
The door creaked open.
Diana stepped inside, arms folded, her expression smug.
“Well, wel
