Milena’s head throbbed as her eyes fluttered open. She blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the brightness of the room. A strange ceiling stared back at her. The air smelled different—clean, but with a hint of something musky, something unfamiliar.

Her heart pounded as she pushed herself up on shaky arms. The last thing she remembered was being thrown at Gallos's feet, his cold, cruel smirk as he promised her hell. Her stomach twisted. But this isn't his office.

She swallowed hard, her gaze darting around. The room was simple, yet dark. The furniture was sleek and minimal. Everything looked expensive. The large bed beneath her was too...