Chapter 21: Bitter Dawn (Elara's POV)
I woke with a gasp, disoriented and aching. My head pounded like a war drum, aftereffects of the silver poisoning still coursing through my system. Blinking rapidly, I tried to focus on my surroundings.
This wasn't Daniel's gaudy suite, but somewhere else—spartan and clinical, with minimal furniture and no personal touches.
Where was I? And how had I gotten here?
I pushed myself up, wincing as my muscles protested. My restraints were gone, but my wrists bore angry red marks where the silver chains had burned my skin. Wendy stirred weakly inside me, her presence dimmed by the lingering effects of the drugs.
"Hello?" I called, my voice raspy and raw.
Only silence answered me.
My dress was torn beyond repair, replaced by an oversized t-shirt
