Katelyn’s POV

I opened my eyes slowly, the ceiling above me unfamiliar. For a moment, I didn’t move. My body felt sore all over—especially my shoulder and neck. The air smelled faintly of food and disinfectant. Where was I?

“You’re awake,” a deep voice said nearby.

I turned my head, wincing slightly. A tall man was walking toward me from behind a counter. He looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties, broad-shouldered, with dark brown hair and sharp blue eyes. He wore a ...