Aliana’s POV

It had been two full days since I was taken.

Two days locked in this gilded cage.

When Viktor’s men first brought me here, it was still dark—maybe around 2 AM. They had dragged me from that abandoned warehouse to this new prison: a luxury penthouse that overlooked the city.

Yet, a prison remained a prison.

The chamber they confined me to was luxurious, adorned with costly furnishings, a king-sized mattress, and silk linens. They had provided me with food. Garments. Everything I could desire.

I declined all of it since I understood what this was. An activity.

Viktor wished for me to fail.

He expected me to...