They drugged me.
I remember the sting in my arm. The way the world blurred at the edges. The last thing I saw was Adrian’s name flashing across my phone screen just before it slipped from my hand and shattered against the marble floor.
Then: darkness.
When I woke, everything was unfamiliar.
Cold walls. Dim lighting. No windows.
The air smelled like dust, expensive bourbon and something else I couldn’t name.
I was lying on a velvet couch. My wrists weren’t bound, but my head throbbed and my limbs felt heavy whatever they gave me was still crawling through my veins.
My dress was gone.
In its place: a long black slip. Barefoot. Exposed.
But not helpless.
Never helpless.
I sat up slowly. Waited. Listened.
Silence.
Then: the door opened.
William strolled in like he owned the world
