Chapter 2

When I woke up, the first thing I noticed was the cold. Not the kind that makes you shiver, but the kind that makes you aware you’re completely naked.

Moonlight spilled through the window, and my head throbbed, an ache so deep it made my stomach twist. I tried to sit up, but something pulled at my wrist.

I looked down and saw a strip of torn silk binding one of my hands to the carved wooden headboard. It wasn’t metal, but it was tight enough to burn my skin when I tugged. I ...