LEAH
Two Days later. . .
I sighed, glancing around the dark, gothic room that felt like a cage. Damien's taste was... well, intense. The black walls, the heavy gray curtains, the dark wood furniture—it all felt so heavy, almost smothering.
But the worst part wasn’t the decor. It was that I couldn’t leave. Ever since I woke up here, the only people I had seen were Andy and Cleo. No fresh air, no direct sunlight, just these same four walls.
A part of me wished I hadn’t woken up at all after the attack. Maybe it would’ve been easier. But then, another part of me rejected that thought, that dark little voice whispering that escape would come eventually.
I looked over at the bookshelf across the room, crammed with old, leather-bound books that I couldn't touch. I almost wanted to go over a
