Nathan’s smile curled sinisterly as he mercilessly plunged the syringe in his hand.

The transparent liquid surged into Giselle Lambert’s veins, and her defiant eyes slowly fluttered closed under the drug’s potent spell.

When she awoke again, she was sprawled on the ground, enveloped in darkness as if she lay within the bowels of an ancient house. The murmurs of the ocean reverberated through the walls, and the air carried a subtle brine.

Giselle tested her limbs; she ...