Chloe’s POV

The room smelled like damp concrete, dust and rust.

That was the first thing I noticed when I came to, before the ache in my wrists, before the dull throb at the back of my head, before the cold fear that settled into my bones like it had always lived there.

My hands were tied.

Not tightly, just enough to remind me I wasn’t free.

I sat on a thin mattress in what looked like an abandoned warehouse room. A single bulb hung overhead, swaying slightly, casting long ...