Chapter 71

• Sienna groaned, pain shooting through her body as she blinked her eyes open. A dim, flickering light overhead barely illuminated the grim surroundings—a warehouse, cold and desolate. The air was thick with dampness, the walls lined with rusted metal shelves and crates stacked haphazardly. Chains dangled from the ceiling, their faint rattling the only sound cutting through the silence.
• “Where the hell am I?” she muttered, voice hoarse, the question half-formed as her head throbbed.
• She tried to move, but her wrists were bound tightly, the rough cord biting into her skin. Panic surged as she strained against the restraints, but nothing gave. Her mind raced. How had she gotten here?