LEAH's POV.
A dull ache throbbed behind my eyes, spreading slowly across my temples as if someone had driven a nail into the back of my head. I groaned, trying to move before realizing that I was stuck.
A groan escaped my lips as my eyes opened to the dark room. The air smelled of damp wood and smoke. Like old timber that had been left to rot in the soil for years.
I drew my eyes to the one window above my head, from which moonlight filtered through the cracks—the only source of light in the pitch-black room. Cobwebs clung to the corners of the ceiling and a stone fireplace sat cold in the far distance.
I tried to remember how I got here but I couldn't. Not with the migraine that speared through my head. Then I tried to sit up again, this time, my wrists jerked painfully against coar
