I lie on the bed in a daze. Though I remember Ramsey carrying me off, I don’t remember how I got here.

I pat myself down, checking for any changes, only to realize I’m dressed in a pair of leggings and a loose shirt. A soft black cover is draped over me lightly as well.

I sit up in bed and look around the room. It’s dark, but I can see everything clearly. It’s tidy, which is not what I expected at all. There’s not a drop of blood on the walls or anywhere on the furniture.

It’s ...