Freya’s POV
Kael carried me once again over his shoulder, my arms and head dangling, from an underground parking garage through the kitchen of what must be a hotel and into a service elevator.
I didn’t know how long it had been since Kael drugged me, but I could move my fingers and my toes. There was hope this drug wouldn’t last too long. Then I could make a break from him before he did something stupid. Kael was a lot of things, but I never thought he would drug me to get what he wanted.
He pressed a plastic keycard to the lock, it flashed green, and we entered the hotel room. He laid me on the bed. Everything was a blur. I blinked hard past the haze of the dim light. Kael left the room to what I assumed was the bathroom and I tried to wiggle my body, testing to see what would move an
