Daphne’s POV
I squinted into darkness—pure, suffocating black. My eyes fluttered open wider, but still, nothing. Had I gone blind? My heart kicked against my ribs as I tried to move, but a cold realization crept over me. My wrists were bound tightly behind me. My ankles, too. Panic clawed up my throat.
Where am I?
I opened my mouth to scream, but all that came out were muffled grunts. My lips were sealed shut with thick tape, and I couldn’t breathe properly through my nose. Sweat coated my skin as I began to squirm, twisting my body in a desperate attempt to free myself, but the ropes held firm. My breaths quickened, shallow and frantic.
Miles…
Tears pricked the corners of my eyes. He must be worried sick. He’ll be looking for me, won’t he? Please, Miles…
Suddenly, a faint breeze swe
