Adriana’s head pounded as she slowly drifted back to consciousness.
Her body felt… heavy. Weak.
The first thing she noticed was the cold. A damp chill seeped into her skin, making her shiver. The second thing—the ropes.
Her wrists were bound behind her, the rough texture biting into her skin. Her ankles, too. The realization sent a jolt of adrenaline through her, but when she tried to move, her limbs protested sluggishly.
The drug. Whatever they used is still in my system.
She forced her breathing to steady, blinking against the haze clouding her vision.
Wherever she was, it wasn’t some abandoned warehouse. No, this place was deliberate. The air smelled faintly of expensive cologne and polished leather, and the dim lighting cast eerie shadows against sleek black furniture.
This was
