*Shelby*

I woke up in a pitch-black room. I expected to find the hard marble floor of the art gallery at my back, but instead, I was lying on a soft bed surrounded by a fluffy goose-down comforter. The back of my head throbbed with pain, and I had no idea where I was or how I got there.

My eyes hadn’t adjusted to the room, so I couldn’t see my surroundings, which only caused the panic to rise up in my chest ...