HAZEL STYLES POV

I woke up to darkness all around me, and it was only after trying to blink that I realized a blindfold was wrapped over my face.

I paused, my heart rate increasing as I listened to get a feel of my environment. It was quiet around me. Too quiet.

I could tell that I was sitting on a bed, though, and from the feel of the blanket on my thigh, it was probably a big, luxurious bedding.

Where the hell was I?

The memory of what happened slowly returned, and I let out a ...