Nathan’s pov

I open my eyes slowly, trying to shake off the grogginess that fogs my brain. Everything around me is dark and unfamiliar. Panic hits me like a tidal wave when I realize I don’t recognize my surroundings. I’m trapped. My breath quickens, and I tug at my arms, feeling the bite of rough ropes digging into my wrists. They’re strapped to the arms of a wooden chair. My legs are tied too, and the more I struggle, the tighter the restraints become. The realization sends a chill ...