Aria POV

I woke to the smell of bleach and cold metal. A dim light buzzed overhead. My eyelids were heavy, my throat dry. For a moment I thought I was still in the warehouse, that the storm was still hitting the roof. But the world was silent now.

I tried to sit up but straps bit into my wrists. Panic rushed through me. “Where am I?”

A slow clap echoed from the far corner. Heels clicked on the tile. A familiar perfume curled around me like smoke.

“You’re awake,” Cassandra ...