Unknown Time. Unknown Location.

Sophia woke up to the smell of sea salt and lemon antiseptic.

Her head felt like it had been split open with an axe. The grogginess from the champagne was gone, replaced by a sharp, throbbing dehydration.

She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the blinding brightness of the room.

It wasn’t a dungeon. It wasn’t a cell.

It was a suite.

The walls were painted a soothing, creamy white. The floors were polished travertine. There was a plush king-sized bed with high-thread-count linens, a mahogany writing desk, and a vase of fresh white lilies on the nightstand.

Sophia sat up, clutching her head. Where am I?...