Willow's POV

When I stirred awake, the world felt cold, still, and wrong. My head throbbed with a dull ache, and my limbs felt heavier than lead. I blinked into the darkness, trying to make sense of my surroundings, but the room offered no answers. I couldn't make out even the time of the day or night because everything was pitch black.

The last thing I remembered was standing in Kingston’s house with the triplets, everyone tense as we tried to piece together what had happened to the ...