Bella woke to silence.

Not soft silence—dead silence.

T⁠he kind that made her chest tighten even before she opened her eyes.

Her head pounded. Her throat felt dry. Something cold pressed against her wr⁠ists. When she tried to move, metal scraped.

Chains.

She forced her eyes open.

⁠The room was dim, small, cold. N⁠o windows. One door. A faint r⁠ed glow pulsed in the corner like a ...