Her head was pounding again. Why couldn't she feel her limbs? Eve forced her eyes open and a blinding light flooded her vision. 

She let out a groan and turned her back to the window. The mattress beneath her was too hard, and her body ached. "You, Ethan, how many times must I tell you to stop opening the window?"

Her hands wandered to her side– she couldn't move her hands. Why did she feel as if they were bound with a rope?

"Huh?" Eve frowned and slowly opened her eyes. The first thing that appeared in her vision was a not-so-familiar ceiling with a chandelier, followed by the face...