Rose POV

It was warm. I could hear the crackling of a fireplace not too far away. The air was gentle and filled with the soft sound of a melody, perhaps played by a vinyl player. It would have been very pleasant if not for the blindfold over my eyes, the gag in my mouth, and the ropes that bound me to a chair and had begun to cut into my skin.

The last thing I remembered was Cayden helping me into the cab that he had hailed for us. There was someone in the backseat ...